Summer

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or what I am.

I loved you the way the moon loves the sun, and maybe that was the problem. When one of us was up, the other was down, and no matter how brightly I wanted to shine, your glare was enough to put me in my place. You see, just like the moon feared the sun, I too, was afraid you would burn me.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

"There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined."

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

There is no story that is not true, […] The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.

It’s not given to people to judge what’s right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.

It is not for me to judge another man’s life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.

There’s a difference between knowing what something is, and knowing how something feels.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t.

You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.