The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]

I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.