Mockingbird

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.

I love you so much, much, much that it just hurts every minute I’m without you.

Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.

The things we love destroy us every time…Remember that.

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

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

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.

You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.

It was too good to last.

We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

How I suffer. And no one knows how I suffer, walking up this street, engaged with my anguish—alone; fighting something alone.

Her eyes are pure stars.