Quotes Feel free to use for any purpose. It's not like I'm not trying because I'll give anyone a shot once. And I, I close my eyes and I kiss that frog. Each time, I'm finding the more boys I meet the more I love my dog.

I used to run away when things got hard. But though things are hard for us now, the only running I want to do is into your arms.

Your smile says your happy, but it's cheaper than your words. And your silence speaks so clearly, but I swear I'll make this all work out.

Sometimes you need to walk alone, just to show the world that you can.

I can make you believe any lie. I can make you pick a fight with somebody twice your size. Well, I've been known to cause a few breakups. You had some of the best times you'll never remember with me and alcohol.

Walk a little closer to me and feel my heart beat. I'll show you who I really am and you'll be on the edge of your seat.

It's not hard. It's painful but it's not hard. You know what to do already. If you didn't, you wouldn't be in so much pain.

If I'm not here tomorrow, would you understand why I left you this way? Because if I'm not here tomorrow, it doesn't mean I didn't want to stay.

My head still turns when I hear a car door close. Then I remember it's not you. It can't be you. You don't visit anymore.

Nothing about us makes sense. But in my heart, everything does.

So, what's your addiction? The plain, the emptiness, the high? Maybe we all just want to feel alive. You can fake a smile for everyone else, but you'll never hide the truth from yourself.

He was my escape. And sometimes, that can feel a whole lot like love.

What drives you on can drive you mad. A million lies to sell yourself is all you ever had. Don't believe in love. Don't believe in hate. Don't believe in anything.

Maybe it's not about the happy ending, but just about the story.

Immature love is wanting the other person to be happy only when they're with you. Mature love is wanting the other person to be happy, period.

Yesterday I shaved every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you. Does that excite you? Is that what you like, penpal? Today I mailed a brick through your window and watched you shower.

Just because it's not what you expected, doesn't mean it isn't everything you've been waiting for.

I didn't want to wake you, because I knew I couldn't stay. I'm looking forward to looking back on these days. And I'm fine, but I'm not okay.

Maybe there's nothing here worth saving.

Most of the time, I was a shy kid and I was afraid what I said sound stupid, so I hardly ever said anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need but I still hung around. I thought maybe my silence would one day impress somebody. As of yet, it hasn't done much for me.

And I'm trying to believe in things that I don't know. The turning of the world the color of your soul. That love could kill the pain, truth is never vain. It turns strangers into lovers and enemies to brothers. Just say you understand, I never had this planned.

There’s static on the airwaves; I'll try to find the light through all this haze. I can't find the words that I’m trying to say, so try to forget me as I walk away.

Don't expect hello because you'll never hear my goodbye. It's not because i'm ready to leave, it's because I'm not ready to cry.

Maybe sometimes it's a good thing to stumble, because there's a better way to stand. Maybe we need to cry sometimes, because laughter cannot hide the worst. And maybe that's why we get hurt, for us to pass on the lesson and teach someone else.

Two cars parked on the overpass, rocks hit the water like broken glass. Should have known right then it was too good to last. It's such a drag when you live in the past.

I felt like I had to get out of there because I really cared about you, and it scared me so much because that meant you could hurt me. And maybe I didn't feel ready to like someone that much.

So when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure, but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold. And this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone.

I need some sleep, it can't go on like this. I tried counting sheep, out there's one I always miss. I had a ten minute dream in the passenger's seat, while the world was flying by. You haven't been gone very long, but it feels like a life time.

Everyone is going to hurt you sooner or later. You just have to decide who is worth the pain.

Never try to forget something, no matter how much you want to. There's a reason why your mind won't let it go, even if your heart has. Your memories always serve a purpose, whether you know it or not, and you can't fight that.

I almost fell for him. But then I realized he wasn't there to catch me. I realized his heart was made of glass.

Sleep with your head against the sky tonight. I can't count how many times you have made me cry. I marvel at the way your hair glows in the light.

Scary movies and nightmares to follow. I'm such a wreck when you're not around. And this house is haunted, I swear it's true. But why do I care when it's your ghost that's in my room?

Stay mad as long as you can. Because once you're not mad anymore, it hurts. It hurts like hell and once it hurts that bad, you can't make yourself mad anymore.

I'm not imagining how you give me the shivers, standing up to your waist in your river. You're the sweetest boat-builder I think I've ever seen. Dream in Japanese, some language I don't even know how to speak. You were still pretty and I am still choked up, so it's probably just the same. The more I hang around you, the more hang-ups I get.

There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.

The faucet runs clear for miles, while I decide to fill my lungs with water. The whole time the curtain's lips were being glued shut, I was running from my own gut, with the hallway in dead last. It sounds like I've come this far so slow, just to give up so fast. I walked days on bare feet, wandering broken streets. But, your face always gets me. I've been dead before, but never this literally.

I'm sorry for all the times I forgot to imply something in between the lines. And I'm sorry if my heart breaking ruined your day.

Let's set things straight. What's done is done and I never needed you. Tell me exactly who you think that you're kidding. Everyone will be happy when they find that you're missing. You asked if we'd ever forget you; we've got our fingers crossed.

I know I promised you forever, and there is no stronger word I can use to reassure you, when the storm is raging outside, you're my safest place to hide.

You can't go back. You can only remember.

It hasn't been that long since we drank to the sunset, until it was gone. And down with it went our pain and fear, as we slowly broke contact more and more, with every beer. We passed out in eachother's arms, both admitting we'd never felt better, never felt so warm.

Some people drift through their entire life. They do it one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time. It happens so gradually that they are unaware of how their lives are slipping away until it's too late.

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 ten times better than you think you are.

What we see depends mainly on what we look for.

Your picture is up on my wall. It's not even a good picture of you. I've seen better looking boys, but there's just something about that smile on your face that makes my eyes fill with tears. I've always loved that smile.

I think God is something that people use to avoid reality. I think faith allows people to reject what is right in front of our eyes, which is that this thing, this life, this existance, this consciousness, or whatever word you want to use for it, is all we have, and all we'll ever have. I think people have faith because they want and need to believe in something, whatever that something is, because life can be hard and depressing and brutal if you don't.

Is anybody satisfied with who they really are? You could be the moon and still be jealous of the stars. You've got to learn to swim if you can't walk upon the sea. So I'm learning to live with me.

No one looks back in the past and sees the nights that they got plenty of sleep.

We're just afraid, period. Our fear is free floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship or we're afraid it is. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young and afraid of growing old. We're more afraid of life than death.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that we never feel the heat until we get burned but we tried so hard not to die. Sometimes we forget to appreciate life.

One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought was unquestionable.

Well, you know how men are. They think "No" means "Yes" and "Get lost" means "Take me, I'm yours".

We held hands to face the uncomfortable cold and lonely room magazines and empty distractions barely got us through.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

Don't send me mixed signals, I don't like the confusion that it brings. I'd rather have the honest truth, even if it hurts, because then I won't be wasting my time depending on false hope to keep me hanging on.

You can paint me pretty colors and dress me how you like. I'm just an ugly moth in love in a butterfly disguise.

Who cares what you could have done, what you should have done, or what you might have done. What matters is what you do now and from now on.

It's what inside of us that's such a mystery. Because after all this time, we still haven't shown people who we are, even though we really want to.

I can't relate to your constant static. Your lack of remorse is cause for panic.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

I think everybody needs a place to go when things become too much. A place where the world is the way you want it to be and if you had a choice, it's how you would've created it.

I've found deeper meaning in this game, and I am scared to hell because of it. Fear is another way of saying you realized the deeper secrets of mankind.

Twenty years from now, you're going to be more disappointed in the things you didn't do than the things you did do.

Remember me? I'm the girl that threw us away. The girl who was afraid of what would happen next. So she ran. I wish you would have followed me. But you didn't. So, hello. Nice to see you again.

There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me. I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly. Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet. And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above. No mercy for a soul that's just way too messed up. There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat. Now there's nothing left of me, but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi. Yes, I guess it's wrong to live right.

When you want something, go for it. Never let circumstances or others around you influence your actions. Time passes too quickly for hesitation.

It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar. That's the way it feels when I see him touching her. It's like falling face first into a bed a of broken glass.

Let go of what kills you, and hold onto what keeps you breathing.

I hate that time before you go to sleep at night because that's when all the thoughts you've been trying to avoid start to linger in your mind.

Only the girls that are just like all the other girls have to spend their time convincing you they're not like the other girls.

Let go of what you think you know.

The worst thing you could do for love is deny it. So when you find that special someone, don't let anyone or anything get in your way.

If you hear someone speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself, you should say, "They obviously don't know me very well, since there are so many other faults they could've mentioned."

Don't let trends tell you that you're not beautiful.

The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time, fourth time, fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen. When I see you, the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you. There's nothing else. No noise, no people, no thoughts or worries. No yesterday, no tomorrow. The world stops, and it's a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you.

The rise and the fall dialect and different skill. Gripping my hand with every intention of breaking free. The roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart. As we all attempted to exhale, our breath just wouldn't leave our chest.

I guess I'll always stop and see you, and we'll run into each other's lives. Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside. Everytime, it burns my eyes with tears, but I know you're worth the pain. I've so much more to gain by waiting for you.

There is always someone out there that is suffering more than you. But that doesn't mean that your pain doesn't count.

One thousand dainty figures all lined up and linked, side to side by the arms, each and every limb at our sides as if they were sleeping. The quarrel of all communication being choked from our nerves.

In order to get something you've never had, you have to do what you've never done.

It's hard to get over people, I mean really get over them. You can start to have feelings for other people, but it doesn't mean you're over them. It just means you're moving on.

She'll take a chance on this boy. Missiles launched and she's deployed her plan to understand him now, and she don't know where he's been, but she'll find a reason to let a love pass her by again.

I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool. I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules. My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through. I cover my eyes, still all I see is you.

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

You don't love him; you don't know how to love people. You only know how to own them. And because people will never act just like you want them to, you'll always feel betrayed. And because everybody dies, you'll always feel cheated. But you're the cheat. You're the one who uses our love for you to try to control us.

I need to pour out this expansive dose of words. I can't explain. I need to be alone. I know the timing isn't great, but these things, you just can't plan. I just need a little time so I can find myself again 'cause I get buried underneath all the things they think you are. And I'm too tired to pretend it doesn't hurt to be left out. I had a pocket full of dreams, but I gave them all to you. Now I think I want them back so can you tell me if I'm crazy or confused? Don't ever change the way you are. I've never loved anyone more.

How can I just let you walk away? Just let you leave without a trace, when I stand here taking every breath with you. You're the only one who really knew me at all.

You don't love me. You don't know me. You love who you think I am. If you knew me, you wouldn't love me. And don't try to pretend you know me, because I don't even know myself.

So enough with everyone else's words. It's just a sign that nothing makes sense to me. This is your last chance. I'd cut you to watch you bleed. It's the only way to make you see you're never there for me.

I understand feelings as small and insignificantly as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends; you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the heck for that brief moment you could think you were happy. And sometimes you even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at the door. And after that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. and little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

The quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones, but maybe it should. Maybe we need to be hollowed. To get up and grow and stop screwing around, to kick off our braces and start straightening out. Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound. Simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now.

I got the message long before you said you knew there was no chance of us at all. With no velocity and empty-headed hard and far-too-long, I spent two years alone with you. Just when I thought I had forgotten, you came back soft without a sound. You said we were an accident. With accidents you’ll never know what could have been. So we were an accident. You'll always be my favorite one.

I'll write you a song and I hope that you won't mind because all the names and places I have taken from real life. So please don't be upset at this portrait that I paint. It may be a little biased, but at least I spelled your name right.

I miss the years that were erased, I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face. I miss all the little things. I never thought they'd mean everything to me.

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colors and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city living breathing thing which belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that, and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.

It's been one year to the day since I watched you drive away with only street lights glowing. Here we are now face to face fumbling all the words to say, and hiding feelings that I don't want showing now. I was useless, young, and stupid for thinking I’d get over you.

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I was scared that if I opened my mouth, my insides would spill out of it and leave the shell of my body lying on the floor, jaw still set in an agonizingly tight grimace, eyes wide open and not quite wet. I knew that sometimes, broken hearts didn't mend themselves.

That night, I realized how very different we are. You’re so resigned to what life has given you, so accepting of all the misery and pain. You don’t even think about it; you just take the hits without questions. I can’t decide if you’re wise or ridiculous.

It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself and changed, and one by one, I drowned all of the people I had been. And I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed; I looked in the mirror and someone new was there.