It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don't want to lose someone, even if they don't deserve our forgiveness.

Stereotypes are fast and easy, but they are lies, and the truth takes its time.

I don’t know why we do it. But sometimes we just swim straight for the net.

Cool superiority as a mask for overflowing insecurity.

You take care of the people you love, but it’s true, too, that you take care of the things you own.

I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me. I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.

Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day get there and get to stay.

She would bring you some great book because she was a book matchmaker, because she loved books the way other girls loved clothes.

A lot of life is just surviving what happens.

They say religion is about love, but you wonder how much of it really is about fear.

People are secretive when they have secrets.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.