acts I & II

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

“Loving you meant loving every part of you, the good and the bad, the easy and the hard.”

People only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.

People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Maybe I don’t like people as much as the rest of the world seems to… But occasionally, people will pleasantly surprise me and I’ll fall in love with them, so go figure.

I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she’d thought I’d hate.

Most stars die a peaceful death, gently shedding their outer gases into interstellar space. But one in a thousand – the star whose mass is greater than about seven or eight times that of the Sun – dies in a violent, dazzling explosion called a supernova.

So listen to me when I say love isn’t something that we invented. It’s observable. Powerful. It has to mean something…Maybe it means something more - something we can’t yet understand. Maybe it’s some evidence, some artifact of a higher dimension that we can’t consciously perceive….Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that, even if we can’t understand it.

Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress - which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.

I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever.

I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them. It took me a long time to learn that; now I know it.

so, were you ever in love like that with me? i know you said it, over and over did it fall from your lips like the petals off a dying rose, but i look to where we are now and i know you couldn’t have been. you were never mine, but my god was i yours.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.