'we all break the same'

I used to be such a badass... I don't know what happened. Life, I guess.

“Everybody always talks about all this crazy wild passion. That’s how it goes in the songs. Your mother was like that. She was in love with love. She couldn’t do anything partway. She was a terrific woman. Funny. So beautiful. A better man might have stayed around and helped her through all that sadness. But I couldn’t bear it."

Angels, lend me your might. Forfeit all my lives to get just one right.

There are too many ideas and things and people. Too many directions to go. I was starting to believe the reason it matters to care passionately about something, is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size.

I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter, but my will gets weak, and my thoughts leave me scattered but I think it's about forgiveness.

"Love, you see, is the one force that cannot be explained, cannot be broken down into a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, and the light that illuminates our loss. Its absence robs us of all pleasure, of our capacity for joy. It makes our nights darker and our days gloomier. But when we find love, no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible, we cling to it. It gives us our strength. It holds us upright. It feeds on us and we feed on it. Love is our grace. Love is our downfall."