That’s what true love is. Always wanting what’s best for someone, even if that doesn’t include you.
It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
The worst bullies you will ever encounter in your life are your own thoughts.
It is both a burden and a blessing, to feel everything as deeply as i do.
There’s a brief moment when you first wake up where you have no memories, a blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness, but it doesn’t last long and you remember exactly where you are and what you are trying to forget.
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in a theater.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
For someone with such an intense need to be liked you’d think I would have figured out how to be less of an asshole
I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps, in case they’re the wrong ones.
This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated.