Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it

Augustus I said. Really. You dont have to do this.Sure I do he said. I found my Wish.God youre the best I told him.I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel he answered.

Choose your love. Love your choice.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need you love what makes you feel good you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them But youll never meet them. All right so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But thats the result of a chance meeting too. Youre damned right. Drink up. Well have another.

Wait. You think Im going to die Thats why you slept with me

Dont go far off not even for a daybecause I dont know how to say it - a day is longand I will be waiting for you as inan empty station when the trains areparked off somewhere else asleep.Dont leave me even for an hour because thenthe little drops of anguish will all run togetherthe smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me choking my lost heart.Oh may your silhouette never dissolveon the beach may your eyelids never flutterinto the empty distance. Dont LEAVE me fora second my dearest because in that moment youllhave gone so far Ill wander mazilyover all the earth asking will youcome back Will you leave me here dying

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isnt to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.-------------------------------------------------Its so dark right now I cant see any light around me. Thats because the light is coming from you. You cant see it but everyone else can.

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then however much later it is finally happening to you youre falling to the floor crying thinking I am falling to the floor crying but theres an element of the ridiculous to it you knew it would happen and even worse while youre on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didnt paint it very well.