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Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
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Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.
It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one—and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.
My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.
When I’m writing my own stuff, it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.
I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.
Can't you just like a girl who likes you back? None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.
The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.
I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.
Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.
Love is not finding someone to live with. It's finding someone you can't live without.
From the mouths of the innocents flows truth.