Caring about someone doesn’t mean taking care of them.

This is just me. Get used to it.

Sometimes the things we want to be rescued from can save us.

She decided she would just be a fairy because she liked the option of flying without the responsibility of saving the world.

There isn’t heartache if there hasn’t been joy. I wouldn’t feel loss if there hadn’t been love.

If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?

Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.

But there’s no way to avoid regret. Don’t let anybody tell you different. Regret is just life’s aftertaste. No matter what you choose, you’re gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different. I didn’t necessarily choose wrong. I just chose. And I lived with my choice, aftertaste and all.

Nobody or Nowhere? Fern: I’d rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else. Ambrose: I’d rather be nowhere. Being nobody when you’re expected to be somebody gets old. Fern: How would you know? Have you been nobody? Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.

It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t going to be loved the way you want to be loved.