Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could have done differently—but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

News flash, Bozo. Don't ever tell a girl to relax. It only makes us madder.

In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.

War is sweet to those who have never fought.

He gave me a small smile, and in that smile I saw our whole catastrophic history playing out before my eyes.

I skipped toward him and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Yup.”He looked at me like I was crazy. “What was that for?”I smiled. “For being an excellent partner in crime.

Love hurts us all, no matter how old or young we are.

And yes, when he kisses you, the rest of the world disappears and your brain shuts off and all you can feel are his lips and nothing else matters.

You did love me, " I whispered. "Just not the same way I loved you.

Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me.

Listen to your heart, it will guide you on the right path.

Yes, I've always been fashion conscious.

When the playing is over, one can sense that one's youth has been spent playing a game, and now both the game and youth are gone.

Very few great goals actually go in.

I don't think I've ever held a racket in my hand ... There's got to be somebody in the US who isn't trying to play tennis and stinking up the court.

There is nothing outside the universe.

It is the silence between sounds that create Rhythm.

The best way to avoid criticism is never do anything ever. Or, do what you love, have a great life & let others spend their time criticising.

Don't support the phonies, SUPPORT THE REAL