You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.

It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.

Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able to follow the signs.

With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.