Love isn't logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

Even in a bad situation, there's always a positive side. Even if you can't see it yet.

Girls with the beauty-and-brains thing going on are the most intimidating girls in the world.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it’s over. There is no safe. There is no control.

I just want to write. It's like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they're written down, they're somehow set free and I can move on.

Maybe but... if being impulsive means ruining other people's lives, then maybe I should just stay the same.

Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?