Sweet Thing

You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together... then you'll hear the sound of your soul

It's a fool who thinks love will set him free. Love equals a morbid and relentless fear of losing the other person

The pain of losing someone is always worse when you know you could have prevented it.

Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It’s pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that’s how I knew she was deeply affected.

Wisdom is not the same as information; it's something entirely different. It's often mistaken for good advice, but wisdom cannot be imparted to someone. Wisdom can only be earned.

It’s the only way to know you’re really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he’ll watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It’s when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it’s when you actually care to the point of tormenting worry. It’s not roses and white horses, it’s fucking brutal and it can send a person running for the hills. To love is brave.

Sometimes it takes the love of others to show us who we really are.

Yes, committing yourself to someone requires a leap of faith—that’s why it’s so hard for some.

You are your experiences and your fears and the love you let yourself feel. You are your degree and your talent and your passion. You are your pain, your joy, and your fantasies.

I believe his exact words were cosmic, soul-shattering, air in your lungs kind of love.

Share your special soul with me And I promise to Give you all of mine

You are your mother and your father. You are your experiences and your fears and the love you let yourself feel. You are your degree and your talent and your passion. You are your pain, your joy, and your fantasies. You are me and Sheil and Jenny and Will and every person that touches your soul..but most of all you are you, whoever you dream that to be.

Once my grandmother told me I needed to find God and I said, “Why don’t you just tell me where to look and save me the trouble?” I was dead serious. Faith, destiny, all the shit you can’t see, but yet people are so willing to take the leap. Not me.

Maybe it was fate that I sat next to her that day, or serendipity, divine intervention, who knows? However you look at, I got seated next to the first girl to ever really steal my heart. I was in love from that moment on.

Love life and life will love you back.’

Wilbur, I want to have like a million of your babies.” He looked happier than I had ever seen him. “Really? Should we start now?” “Definitely.

Whatever you need me to be, I’ll be! Friends? Fine! Best friends? Great! I’ll do it, because I want you in my life more than anything I have ever wanted.

I was learning the hard way what happens when you take the people who love you for granted.

sometimes we figure things out, and then life changes and we have to figure it all out again.

Will could dance and if I remember correctly, someone told me once to stay away from a man who could dance.

I wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and put him in my pocket for safekeeping.

It seemed like everything I knew at twenty-five morphed into everything I didn't know by twenty-six, when I was suddenly hit with the realization that many of the decisions we make in our early twenties are permanent.

Love equals a morbid and relentless fear of losing the other person. It’s a freak-accident fear, a piece of space junk falling from the sky and obliterating him, leaving nothing but his smoking boots. It’s the unfortunate-organ-defect fear—suddenly, on his thirtieth birthday, the little crack in his heart that’s been there since birth will rear its ugly head and take him in his sleep while he’s spooning you. It’s the only way to know you’re really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he’ll watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It’s when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it’s when you actually care to the point of tormenting worry. It’s not roses and white horses, it’s fucking brutal and it can send a person running for the hills. To love is brave and Will was the bravest person I knew.

What do you want to do?” I asked. “I just want to get wasted with you and find out if there is a god,” he murmured into my neck before tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.

For Jackson: The best damn dog in the world. RIP, Buddy.

Well, Mia, the guy told you he wanted you to be his wife and the mother of his children and you basically said he was a loser. I believe his exact words were She ripped my soul out, poured gasoline on it, and watched it burn.

He's in love with you." She said it deadpan as she stared into my eyes, waiting for a response. "How do you know?" "I can tell and anyway, he told me. I believe his exact words were cosmic, soul-shattering, air in your lungs kind of love.

I cried because I knew that if I gave myself to Will, I would be left in pieces… left behind. The only way I could hang on was to be his friend, even though every part of me wanted more.

He was good-looking in a clean way, but he was fat. He looked like he'd eaten Ryan Seacrest for breakfast.