I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it’s perfect. But as long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.

Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static or set. People marry in, divorce out. They're born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.

We both know Life is short. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn’t appreciate and value you.

Sometimes you lose. Nothing you can do but admit it.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn't want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered — so many locks not enough keys.

You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know

One word could change the whole world.

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason... I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.