“I am my hearts undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”

“My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I've freedom unboundCut the laces of life”

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

“Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors...Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat...What then was music created for?Was...”

“Studies show:Intelligent girls are more depressedBecause they knowWhat the world is really likeDon't think for a beat it makes it betterWhen you sit her down and tell herEverything gonna be all rig...”

“I was smiling yesterday,I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow.Simply because life is too short to cry for anything.”

“You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.”

“Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”

“To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.”

“Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren't as sharp. It's always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn't cut as deeply anymore.”

“And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.”

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that youve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you sa...”

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there i...”