You pay for good days by then having bad days. You pay for joy with pain.

I think I've developed, as many people do, this sense of, 'Don't say the wrong thing, or else people will point at you and laugh.'

You learn lessons. A lot of them the hard way.

You realize who you're in love with is fading fast. You don't know what to do, but in that period time moves so slowly.

You can write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day.

People are going to judge you anyway, so you might as well do what you want.

I know my flaws before other people point them out to me.