Blair Waldorf

"I'm here for you.. I think those are the softest words that you can utter. Nothing says I love you quite like your unfettered love by being there for someone, nothing quite does.."

Sometimes, some people are just awful. And there’s no justifying or explaining it. That’s just who they are. They simply just are.

“I’m amazed when I look at you. Not just because of your looks but because of the fact that everything I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me.”

I am grateful that I did not need to lose myself to find you.

“They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind; love is all seeing and accepting. Love is seeing all the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them. Love is recognising all the fears and insecurities, and knowing your role is to comfort. Love is working through all the challenges and painful times. Infatuation is fragile and will shatter when life is not perfect. Love is strong and it strengthens because it is real.”

“Love is, longing for the smell of his skin, shape of his face, the softness of his hair. His reassuring voice and hearty laughs. His warm breath and cozy arms wrapped around me.”

There are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don’t have a common set of values in life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.

“I can’t imagine the fear of commitment. The thought of having someone you love by your side for the rest of your life isn’t scary. It’s exhilarating in all the right ways.”

yes there is a place where someone loves you before and after they learn what you are

“Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but take care of your soul, your well being, your heart.”

“The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you’ve been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.”

““You’d think I’d be over it by now,” she said. “And it’s true, it doesn’t hurt like it used to.” “But I thought by now I’d be over it. “And it still hurts more than it should.””

““If one day you wake up and you no longer care about me,” she says, “say so over our morning coffee and I will let you leave.” “I will not ask you why. I will not ask you to stay one more night. I will give you a small smile to say that it is okay and that people lose feelings for all sorts of reasons and that I will survive.” “So if it comes to it,” she says, “just say so. You should stay because you want to. You should leave if you need.””

““I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”

“In our story I am the bad guy. And I know real life isn’t so black and white, but hear me out. In our story I am the one who runs away with your heart and doesn’t look back. I am always running and you are always chasing. Maybe that’s what little thrill I can get out of life. You knock on the door and I shut you out with a silence you don’t understand. Through the walls you can hear me sobbing violently but I keep telling you to go away and it drives you insane. Yesterday I said I loved you with my downcast eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say those words without feeling ill. And you held me against your chest and whispered ‘it’s okay,’ and I felt like such a disappointment. I know you think I don’t trust you and maybe it’s true. My mind says, keep a bit of yourself back so when he leaves you won’t be lost forever. But maybe it doesn’t matter what I’ve told you because I am a pathological liar. In reality I think I’ve given you everything and that shakes me to the core. Baby in our story you are the one who moves on and finds a girl who doesn’t write her thoughts into paper instead of admitting to having them. And in our story I am the bad guy. Please tell me that doesn’t make me a bad person.”