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You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.
What do you do when you leave to find better, only to realize you had the best and now it’s too late?
Sometimes we need to get out, to get away and forget everything, in order to realize that what we have really isn't all that bad.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
I can't promise you a perfect relationship without arguments over our differences and trust issues, however, I can promise you as long as you're trying. I'm staying.
For the first time in my life I'm not worrying about what you're doing or how you are doing. I'm not wondering if she makes you happy, or if you have even found someone to make you happy the way I did. I know I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I know you're lost without me, and that's okay. Because I realized that I am so much more without you.
A mathematical formula for happiness: reality divided by expectations. There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality or lower your expectations.
What consumes your mind, controls your life.
I feel like I’m forcing myself to like him, to hold on. Like I’m not content with just being on my own. Because when I don't like someone there is nothing to look forward to. Nothing to get me out of bed in the morning and look cute. But then again there is no disappointment either.
This is me letting go, it goes to show I hope you know that I’m not mad. Cause after all, everyone has to learn from their mistakes, and you were just one of the many that I’ll make. I built you up so high your head was in the clouds. Too bad you didn’t look down. And no matter how much you claim I mean to you as a friend, or whatever I am to you, sometimes you just fuck up and can’t go back. You’ll see this is the last song I’ll write about you, cause you’re not worth the ink or time.
It's like all the bad stuff you've went through, the people who've disappointed you and the things that didn't go your way...Suddenly you feel grateful for them, because those are the things that got you here. Those are the things that made you strong. Those are the things that helped you learn who you can trust, who you can depend on and those are the things that showed you what it’s like to struggle, but in the end turn out just fine.
Don't spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I’m not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I’m all too familiar with what it feels like to hurt. I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh. I've been taken advantage of and used. My feelings have been completely disregarded, but I still believe all people are good at heart, and my trust has not diminished. To be honest, I hope it never does.
It's kind of sad that I have learned to deal with things like this. Sometimes being strong means being heartless.
Confidence is feeling satisfied with who and what we are.
I wish that I could make him realize that he’s worthy of being loved. That he could be someone’s world. That somebody thinks of him every single night before she goes to bed and every single morning when she wakes up. That someone nearly dies with yearning thinking of his arms around her. That somebody loves him more than anything because he’s fantastic. He is that special.