Endless Thoughts

One day you lose something, and you say; "Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn't even know it.".

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.

I guess the more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they're gone, and maybe it's that middle ground that hurts the most, when you see them and still not feel like you're near enough.

We can blame it on a lot of things. Or we can just admit we were shit people.

It was words that I fell for. In the end it was words that broke my heart.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.

“People say teenagers think they’re immortal, and I agree with that. But I think there’s a difference between thinking you’re immortal and knowing you can survive. Thinking you’re immortal leads to arrogance, thinking you deserve the best. Surviving means having the worst thrown at you and being able to continue on despite that. It means striving for what you want most, even when it seems out of your reach, even when everything is working against you.”

I guess pretty much everything in life is about the perception of the observer.

Never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter.

Destroy the idea that men should respect women because we are their daughters, mothers and sisters. Reinforce the idea that men should respect women because we are people.

Life hurts. As long as it doesn't kill us, we weather it.

I don't think you ever really fall out of love with someone. I think when you fall in love, like true love, it's love for life. All the rest is just experience and delusions.

Your past doesn't have to dictate who you are, but it can help you discover who you're meant to be.

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

I realized that I'm searching, searching for what I really want in life. And you know what? I have absolutely no idea what that is.

I could watch a million sunrises and still never see one quite as beautiful as your eyes slowly opening in the morning.