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I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give you forever.+ The Notebook

You said you never meant to hurt me but that doesn't make it right.You said you were wrong and apologized way too many timesbut that doesn't make it okay.So listen when I say it's not alright, it's not fine.When you see the tears falling down from my eyes I'm not okay, I'm not that strong but I guess I should have seen it coming all along.

Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck. When you don’t go anywhere or do anything, or think one new thought. &+ then you get hit with a day or an hour, or half a second, when so much happens, it’s almost like you are born all over again into some brand new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.

Life is kind of like a map.The more it unfolds the more you can see.The only tricky part is.It shows you all the ways and places you can go.But gives you no directions.

you wear your heart on your sleeve and i threw mine to the sky

It doesn't make you noble to step away from something that isn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

We had said goodbye so many times before, but somehow our paths always managed to cross and we ended up in each other's arms. But now when we said this goodbye. I have this feeling that I will never see you again. And that really hurts because I know that we are meant to lead our own separate lives. And I honestly don't wanna cross your path in the future ‘cause I don't want all these feelings to come back and have to try and get over you all over again.

Sometimes you have to accept there's nothing left to save. That click you shared when you were together has gone during the months you spent apart. No matter how awful it may seem, how it is you're going to have to let go. You can't fake love.

And even though we know we shouldn’t love them, we do and always will. Because there are just a small number of people in this world who will “get” us for reasons we can’t explain, even when they shouldn’t.

i  need to do this. I need to prove to you that I can make it on my own. I need to prove to myself that I am strong enough to live my life to the fullest, without relying on you to hold me together. I need to move on. I need to get over this stumbling block, because I want to be happy again. I want to be able to smile and laugh and make a joke without knowing in my heart that the joy I show is just a lie. I need to stop missing you. I need to stop caring. our time has come and gone, and whether I like it or not, I need to move on with my life. I need to leave you behind and make myself strong and independent. I just need to stop needing you

"You know, I've got this theory ; there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They're the ones you see with the CD insert out like five minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there's the music people, who could care less for the lyrics as long as its just got, like, a good beat and you could dance to it. I don't know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I'm not, let me just say this: sometimes things find you when you need them to find you. I believe that. And for me, it's usually song lyrics."-One Tree Hill

The sun's going to shine and the rain's going to fall. In the end, you might get burnt or wet, but that's life. So dance in the puddles and bathe in the sun and at the end of the day, smile. Everything's going to be alright.

"Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it."-anonymous

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i know that we won't ever really be close again.And that hurts more than you'll ever know.But all i can ask for right now,Is for you to be a descent person.Maybe even a descent friend.Because i need something,Anything.I just need some ounce of hope;That things will look up for us again.Something to prove we haven't lost everything.Because right now all i have is memories.Memories that hurt to remember,Because i know i can't have them back.I wonder if you know how much this hurts for me.How much it hurts to go each day without you.And to see you not care.And there are days;When i think things might be different.Days when i think things might be finally turning around.But these are just days that fade away.That fade away..Much too quickly.

And I'll act like I don't care because ifthere's one thing I hate, it's sympathy.But I'm not good for you, and if you want my friend's opinions, you aren't good for me either. But disregarding all that,you still hold my heart, just like always.

Keep looking up. Mama used to tell me there’s nothing on the ground but your feet

I’m terrified by the thought that I’ll never be enough for anyone, never be good enough to be with anyone that’s compatible for me. I’m scared that I won’t be strong enough when something drastic happens; I’m too gullible to see through lies and prevent myself from pain. I’m scared that I’ll never have the chance to allow someone to see the real me and love me for it, I’m frightened to even allow myself to open up to someone so deeply. I’m petrified of having someone and then losing them because I was too weak to hold on.

t's kind of like... the difference between putting your hand on your knee, and him putting his hand on your knee. when you touch your knee, you don't feel it, nothing happens, it's just there. but when he has his hand there, you feel everything. every move of his palm, every squeeze of his hand, and every brush of his finger. and you feel it right down to your toes and up to your neck. everything in your body tingles, but it's the most wonderful thing ever.

i  hated this about myself, the tendency to try something new and as soon as I had begun, to wonder how to get out of it.

death is not the greatest loss in life.the greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive.

myself in literature and music. It used to work so efficiently, but now all I can see are those futile attempts to pretend everything's really working as it should. The chain has only just begun to fall off its gear system; soon the peddles will be rendered completely useless. I can see it coming, headed my way like a mad locomotive. It’s almost comforting. At least I can foreshadow.

In my self-indulgent brooding I’ve come to no real conclusions...or perhaps the conclusion I came to just didn’t satisfy me. At any rate I’m not a "little girl lost" or "big fish in a little pond" or even "the girl next door." any of those things would be livable, comfortable, satisfying even.  At least I’d be definable. Those concrete ideas and amazing feelings of love I get in "moments of honesty" are the times that I live for. But I chase them. Desperately.  It’s not working out for me so far. I’m still cynical and distrusting. I still feel like a static character in someone else's shitty paperback novel. 

you be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, i'll be the wings that keeps your heart in the clouds

How can you expect to be rescued,If you never let anyone know you're in danger?

If I knew being here with you today would mean being alone tomorrow, I would gladly trade all of my tomorrows away for a moment with you.-Brown Eyed Blues by Ben Harper

People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.-Abraham Lincoln

and sometimes it just hits me out of nowhere,all of a sudden this overwhelming sadness rushes over me and I get discouraged and I get upset and I feel hopeless, sad, and hurt once again

I sink into the lyrics with a sigh. The music, at least for a little while,fills a sweet sort of ache. When one song is done, another takes its place. An endless stream of comfort and distraction to help me for a while

When I spread my wings, I want to fly. I want to feel the purest air. Newly generated from the clouds. But earth recycles everything. Even if I climb the tallest mountain, I'll only see the clouds.And even if I swim under the deepest caves I'll only see a darker blue. Everything, everything,everything is used.

I knew you so well that I understood your silence.But now I know you so little I don't even understand your words.

You can always tell how much you love someone by how much they can hurt you.

Human Philosophy: Why was Snow White given an apple with poison? To show that some people just pretend to be kind to you for a hidden agenda. Looks can be deceiving! Why did Cinderella run away when the clock turned 12mn? To remind us that everything has its limitation, even dreams! Why did Ariel decide to exchange her tail for feet? To show that anyone will try to lose anything just to be happy!

It's funny how people become close. You don't even know a person, but you talk to them a couple of times for not very long and the next thing you know your talking to them every single night, every hour of the night. You talk to them about nothing that matters, you connect right away, and you don't even care about anything else going on, as long as you get that call from them.

happiness has the best hiding spots...but i'll keep searching

And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.-New Moon by Stephenie Meyer

Uncertainty is killing me, and I'm certainly not asleep. Maybe I've gone far too deep. Maybe I'm just far too weak, and that's the last place I want to be, the last place. There is so much we don't know, so we love and we hope that it holds. Thousands were lost and maybe more. The question remains, "What is this for?" Maybe it came unexpected. Maybe I'm left unprotected, and that's the last place I want to be.

 Do you know the most surprising thing about heartache? It doesn't actually kill you. Like a bullet to the heart, or a head-on car wreck, it should. When someone you've promised to cherish forever says, "I never loved you," it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day after that, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know.

What's the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you're faking.-Nineteen Minutes ; Jodi Picoult

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so many people hide away from it all through their books. fantasy worlds that take us away from reality. maybe that's why they like to read so much. it takes you away from your emotions. to a place where you feel what the author wants you to feel. where you have control, because all you have to do if you don't like it is put that book down, and walk away.

We tend to fall in love the same way we get sick; without wanting to, without believing it, against our will and unable to defend ourselves. And then we lose love exactly the same way

You've taught me what it feels like to be hurt and what it feels like to be loved,and what it feels like to have the greatest thing in the world standing right next to you. And also the feeling of being forgotten.

i don't want a rose,i want a daisy you picked for my hair.i don't want a box of fancy chocolates,i want a burnt cookie you make just for me.i don't want to go to some upscale restaurant,let's just have a picnic in the park.we don't have to go to prom,we can just dance on my front porch.until we fall asleep in each others arms

.i don't have a fear of commitment; i have a fear of abandonment. we all screw things up. i screw things up, especially with the people i love. i get needy, i get moody, i get distant, i want to be too close. i get confused, i don't understand all of it. but i keep pushing because i hope in this thing, the universe. there's no way i'm the only person out there who wants it this bad. if i want it, someone else out there must too.

Truthfully, I’m not like most girls. I don’t say “Oh my gawwwd!” about everything. Really, I keep a majority of my feelings deep inside of me. Except when I write them on paper, because that’s the only place where they make sense. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve. Some asshole usually has it in his back pocket. You’ll never know how I feel by what’s on my face. Face it, you’ll never figure me out. So if you like a good mystery, I'm the girl for you. But I’m warning you, I will probably push you away because I'm scared and I’m real messy, but it’s all good. I wear my imperfection with a smile on my face

the worst thing in the world is being so sick of lifejust so sick of everything its even worse when there's no one to turn too not one shoulder to cry on no one to promise you everything will be okay.its those days when nothing is going right, when you go unnoticed, when you feel so alone.

It's easiest when I don't see him, I won't deny that. But I just want to be able to see him without it hurting. I don't want him out of my life forever. I can't forget about him. I don't want him to forget me. I really, really don't.

I just love anything that makes me laugh. I think that's important: those stomach-wrenching, jaw-hopping laughs that you can taste inside and out. Feel them, and let them out.

No one can tell. It's kind of funny; it's really rather sad. You can walk around like normal, but feel like you're dying. Or like you're already dead. You can fake a smile and a laugh, and when your voice cracks, well, it's only in your head. You're the only one that hears it. People can be so naive. It still shocks me how no one notices.

you can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him

What does it take to hope? Everything. Hope takes never ceasing to be amazed, wearing your soul on your sleeve, holding your breath, waiting to hear, "I love you, too," believing that tomorrow could be better than today, that you'll get a second chance, that you’ll make a difference, that you'll finally be able to stand for something in your life.

You know how it is ,when you don't want to miss them, ,but you want them to miss you.

And I guess I just always thought we'd have that second chance. I've always known what I gave up boy, but seeing you with her brings back things I haven't felt in a long time. It's not that I like you again. I guess I just don't want to see you with anyone else. Or maybe I do still care.. All I know is your one guy I will never forget and one guy I will always hope for another chance with...

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When people can walk away from you, let them walk.Don't try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring for you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you. When people can walk away, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left

So, hi. This is me. A human being, in all of my frailty. Laying myself out for you, that we might walk through this beautiful, awful, strange thing we call life, together. what do you say?

When you're at the top, remember what if felt like at the bottom.When you're at the bottom, remember what it felt like at the top.Good doesn't last forever. Neither does bad

Stop and make sure that everything you are doing right now is really what makes you happy. You can't just live for some goal in the future and have that be everything... have that be it. Because that is what some people do. They get on this road and there are all these signs saying, 'This way. That way.' But what if you get there, you get exactly what you wanted, like some people do, except all the things that were wrong, are still wrong. Then what?

I won't pretend to understand. I don't know how you can miss someone so much for so long, and it is possible that they don't miss you back. How someone can love you one day, and then wake up to realize it has faded from them, while you are still entrenched in it. There's the tragedy. Not to feel so much for someone who doesn't return those feelings---but to feel for someone what they feel for you, only to realize that they don't anymore. No, that's more than tragedy. That's heartless

Here's my philosophy on dating.  It's important to have somebody that can make you laugh, somebody that you can trust, somebody that, you know, turns you on.  And it's really, really important that these three people don't know each other.-One Tree Hill

It hurts to even look at your number in my phone anymore.I used that number everyday for months and now it sits there abandoned in my contact list,just because you stopped caring and I stopped trying

i  would just sit there for literally hours waitingfor some sign of him. Some sign that maybehe was thinking of me. I would make the littlestthings into the biggest deals and I would just wait. And then when I finally did see him, I wouldn't bring myself to say hey. It was like I was trying to prove to him that I'm stronger now and I don't need him to be able to sleep at night and I  don't need him to be able to get up out of bed anymore. I mean, there really was a time that I couldn't concentrate on anything but him and those"I dare you" eyes that I couldn't get out of my head.He controlled me. I hardly ever saw him or even talked  to him for some times weeks at a time andit had been  months since we had been over but he still controlled my every breathe, my every thought,my every emotion. It was like he was living inside of me and there was nothing I was capable of doing to get rid of him. I would cry and pray to God to let me let him go but something in me wouldn't bring myself to say goodbye. I knew I was never going to be able to go an entire day without wondering how he was doing or what he was thinking of. But what he was thinking didn't matter cause I knew that deep down..he wasn't thinking of me and even if he was..it didn't mean anything anymore. He had proven to me without a doubt that he didn't need me. And if it was the last thing I ever did, I was going to prove to him, without a doubt that I didn't need him either

I remember when I was love sick. You block out everyone. You feel so tired, because you haven't slept in forever. You know that he'll be in your dreams, but you don't want to stay awake laying in your bed crying either. You're starving, but you can't eat because you're starving for him and every memory just leaves you a bigger hole in your heart. Even your clothes remind you of him what you wore when you hung out. You can still smell him all over them, even though his scent hasn't been there for long. You wish his scent would be stuck on you, but you know you'd be pulling at your skin trying to get him off you. You're online, he signs on, and you want to yell at him to go away, but you just watch the screen waiting for him to say anything, but then he signs off, and you tear yourself apart for not saying anything to him. You stop talking to your friends, and they get worried and try comforting you, but they just make you feel worse because they think they know, but they don't have a damn clue

she talks about you like you put the stars in the sky

general opinions starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. it seems to me that love is everywhere. often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. when the planes hit the twin towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. if you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion love actually is all around.

If someone loves you, give love back to them in whatever way you can. Not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to everythin

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Sometimes it seems like you`re the only one in the world who`s struggling, who`s frusterated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling`s a lie. & if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you & make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won`t always be this way.

You can always say sorry, but the real apology is when you hear the sadness in their  voice and see the look in their eyes. and you realize that they have hurt themselves just as much

When you hugged me, that was when I really started to cry; it was when it actually hit me. No heaves & sighs, just tears flowing down my cheeks. Most people would have just given me a hug & let go, but you held on like you were trying to make sense out of all of it, too ; like you needed the hug just as much as I did.

if i was so happy, then why would i want you back in my arms? i thought i was okay but i can't even admit to myself that i would take you back if you returned to me, but i don't believe in your love. then why? why am i feeling this way?

Its pointless to explain to you how I feel because you never did put yourself in my shoes, not that my troubles are some major stuffs but everyone has got different pain.

When I get frustrated about something, my automatic reaction is to throw in the towel and say, "I give up." Not once have I ever truly given up on the things that frustrate me. I may forget about them for awhile, but they always come back to me and I grudingly finish them. I've always wondered how it would feel to honestly give up. To try something once and forget it about it forever. Like when you try to open a new jar of hot sauce. You twist and turn at that lid but it's a hopeless cause. So what do you do? Give up? Yes. But do you find a stronger person to get it open? Yes again. Maybe if I put the jar back in the fridge and walk away I'll feel a little more alive inside. credit to: http://www.xanga.com/iwantchange_quotes

You scream at the sky as you're lying there, throwing words in the air 'cause he just doesn't care. And you dream of a world, of a better place, where you don't have to put on a happy face.

I can't say "screw him" about the boy that I came the closest to loving. I would still do anything for him even though I know he wouldn't do the same for me, & it hurts more than anything, but I can't stop loving him. Believe me, I've tried.

I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh,even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

We are all guilty of saving old messages from someone who became really special in our lives.Going to familiar places giving us that small twinge in our hearts &smiles on our faces. It's simply bittersweet because every time that person crosses our minds we remember the instances when we were complete.

The weight of these expectationsis enough to knock me to the floor. Give me something tangible; I need more than words laced with double meanings & emotions implied in between the lines.

I was nothing more than your favorite soundtrack. I was played till I skipped and scratched on nearly every track. You pulled me out whenever you needed something for a party or when life hurt you a little too much. Well, I'm touched, but I'd love to be more than background music.

eventually, when all the cameras and the pencils and the paper are aside,you can just look up at the beauty of the world,not trying to describe it to anyone,and it would be enough.the amazement it brings you is enough to last,because usually, just the memory itself is better than any description.