And at some point, I'll call you and tell you I miss you. And tell you, you are the point of my day. And my face will get flushed and my throat will choke up when you tell me that you feel the same.

I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're still here

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, 'no, I'm happy for you"? That's when it's really sad.

I'd rather do half as much with twice as much passion, say half as much with twice as much meaning.

A piano might fall on your head but it also might not and in the meantime you never know, something nice might happen

And if i got lost and wandered off,
i can't say i'd have a problem.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

She said it was to fcuking die for and she realized she was dead the next day. It's another case of being careful what you wish for. The best kisses always have anger behind them. It's not really love unless it leaves a bruise.

I don't like you but I love you. It seems that I'm always thinking of you. You treat me badly, but I love you madly. I don't want you but I need you. Don't wanna kiss you but I need to.

You're still here and I'm amazed. I'm not a victim, I victimize. Tell me you love me, but there's hate in your eyes