quotes

I’m so tired of dancing around these big words.. I just want to be honest with you. More than anything I want to be honest with you. But, do you think we’re ready for that honesty? Because honesty is a big word and it changes things, and it complicates things. Are you sure you’re ready for everything that goes along with the truth?

I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.

Forgive me if I look so lonely, it’s not that bad. Sometimes it’s just the sound of the TV that gets me always wondering why, sometimes it’s just a conversation that makes me cry.

When I’m all alone, I won’t forget you. And when you’re all alone, don’t forget me. ‘Cause I’m on the wrong side of the tracks, but I did not know until you turned your back, I’m livin’ the blackest years of my life, but I did not know until you said goodbye.

I think I miss you most on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Pubic hair signals the beginning of your demise. After pubic hair comes high school, college, work. By the time you’ve started working, you’re ruined. And you will never make a friend as completely and easily as you did when you still wiped your nose on your sleeve.

Maybe it was wrong of me to think I could keep you. And maybe it’s the last few drinks taking over my mouth and all I’ve been thinking is I want you to know that I am fine here without you.

The photos have become either before or after I met you. And after I met you, looking at myself became me looking at myself pretending I was you looking at me, hopefully falling in love. And now my clothes are the clothes I’ve worn around you or clothes you’ve never seen me in or pictures I’ve sent. And all the places I took you are now the places we’ve been.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

But the thing about remembering is that you don’t forget.

If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.

If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.

There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.

And I hope that someday we could talk and forget that time ever drew distance between us. We could make a bridge out of words, as fragile as it might be, the awkward pauses and incomprehensible mumbling twisting and twining into some stronger foothold. Someday, I might reach you and redeem myself. But I wouldn’t count on it anytime soon.