Music never leaves you alone, and punk rock will always be there when nothing else will.

Just because today is a terrible day doesn't mean tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire life. You just have to wake up and get there

Always bet on yourself, no matter what the odds are. It means more to be in the race than watching the victory lap from the stands.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

Everyone you idolize wakes up scared to be themselves sometimes.

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

It takes knowledge to know something. It takes guts to do what you know.

Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.

We are dreamers. We worship love, we hope against hope and toss practicality out the window.

Music is breath of life.

She'd hardly describe Trent as "cute." Adonis, stud-like, hottie McHot Hot, even pulchritudinous - all acceptable descriptions. Hardly just cute.

Truth always lags last limping along on the arm of Time.

God isn't afraid of our doubts; He's way more concerned when we fake it.

He was a hateful terrorist who will be missed by all.

I break my back for music because it's something that I love, but I'm not going to break my back for a bank. I wouldn't want to be an ATM repairman; there are some things that just aren't worth it.

And I know I’m about to play second fiddle to another woman, as I should. But my love for you will never change, Maxon.

Growing up, Santa Claus would cover the presents with a white blanket, so when we'd wake up Christmas morning, we had to wait for my dad to do the big reveal of all the presents Santa brought.

Ah, books." Ziegler, smiling, came up behind me. "They bob like corks on an ocean. Float between worlds, messages in bottles.

Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.