you belong everywhere you go

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.

Unrequited love is all right in books and things, but in real life, it completely sucks.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

It was never the right time or it was always the right time, depending on how you looked at it.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you’ve got, instead of what you don’t.

The only thing worse than being lonely, is other people knowing you’re lonely.

For you, I’d steal the stars.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.