And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.

The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.