there's a good reason why i'm keeping my distance.
lots of girls show their beauty cause they want the world to see it, but others try to hide it so that he will look for something more.
there would be no passion in this world if we never had to fight for what we love.
he was different. he never said "i want to be friends." after he said goodbye, it was like he knew, he knew that he had broken my heart bad enough when he saw my tears fall. he knew me well enough that he just knew what to say. and when he spoke, he looked me in the eyes and said, "i hope you talk to me again someday."
i was feeling totally over him, i told myself it was a stupid crush; over, done with, but then... he looked at me and smiled.
so there’s this boy... and i would tell you everything about him but i'd be afraid you'd fall in love with him too.
people can change; they just don't because it's easier not to.
he's jealous because she moved on. he's insecure because she seems happy. he's regretful because he realized he wasted his time thinking instead of telling her how much she's worth to him
one day, you will miss me like hell. and you'll wish you never fucked it up and one day you'll come running back to what could've been yours and should've been yours. and you'll see that this time around i'm the one not giving a damn and ignoring you.
there are so many things i want to tell you; so many things i want you to know. and then you smile and every thought i just had disappears into thin air.
You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love.
Most importantly; keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing, and there's so much to smile about.
I hate the times when you want something so bad you trick yourself into believing it can happen, even when common sense tells you to give up.
Some women choose to follow men and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up in the morning and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.
Love is not a maybe thing. You know when you love someone.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car. You love them because they sing a song that only you can hear
And at the end of the day, even if you say you don’t care, you’re always secretly hoping that on Valentine’s Day, someone will surprise you with a heartfelt gift or message.
I love you, and I hope that when you're laying in bed after a terrible night, watching terrible tv, that you don't feel alone. That you never really feel alone.
Hate can be a positive emotion. When it forces you to be something better than yourself. You built me, constructed my desire and perfected my hatred. Now I'm driven to be 10 times better than you think you are.
If we didn't know anything about love or didn't know it existed,do you think we would still feel it?
And everyone knows what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So when you try to pull her down, you're helping her last longer.
So when you’re done talking to her- or whatever you do, don't call on me. I won’t be here; not as your back up. Not anymore.
People say you have at least five dreams per night. That's like 30 billion dreams a year. So at least one of those of yours has to be about me.
He makes me happy. The kind of happiness that only comes from love. The kind that gives you that tickling sensation in your stomach, and shivers up your spine.
At some point, you've got to just jump. You've got to quit being scared of the "maybes" and "what-ifs". Quit cheating yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you. Quit cheating him of the same. Fall hard, fall long, and fall forever.
The world is a book. And those who do not travel, read only one page.
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long before it all becomes the same old song.
How come even though I'm on top of the world, I still feel like I'm not seeing something that was meant to be right in front of me.
I hate how I can’t imagine anything with anyone else because I imagined it all with you.
Once upon a time, something happened to me. It was the sweetest thing that could ever be; a fantasy, a fairytale, a dream come true.