sábado, 2 de octubre de 2010
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.
There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.
Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.
You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.
It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it.
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong.
We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.
The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.
You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.
funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story
...He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.
Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. you get use to the weight, how it holds you in place.
Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.
So maybe it wasnt the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.
Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.
music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.
Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.