Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.
Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It’s a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater...The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.
You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.
I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts. -Maggie
Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, "You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail...they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.
I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.
Maybe the truth was, it shouldn't be so easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It's the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth. When something's difficult to come by, you'll do that much more to make sure it's even harder--if not impossible--to lose.
So you're always honest, I said. Aren't you? No, I told him. I'm not. Well, that's good to know, I guess. I'm not saying I'm a liar, I told him. He raised his eyebrows. That's not how I meant it, anyways. How'd you mean it, then? I just...I don't always say what I feel. Why not? Because the truth sometimes hurts, I said. Yeah, he said. So do lies, though.
The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
It's all in the view. That's what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count.
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
What you have to decide... is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So dont be afraid. Be alive.
You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong.