I wish someone would have told me that, just because I'm a girl, I don't have to get married.
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.
She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.
You've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!
Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you. Read it over. Again. Let those words resonate in your mind.
The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.
Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.
It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.
Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.