It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.

I have a lot of respect for guys that cry. Fuck that weakness shit. If you can cry, you're in touch with something greater than yourself.

You don’t know distance until you’ve shared your bed with somebody who’s falling out of love with you.

I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

Women: the softest creatures with the strongest bite.

Psychology says, you’re not afraid to love, you’re afraid of not being loved back.

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.