The only things I regret, and the only things I’ll ever regret are things I didn’t do. In the end, that’s what we mourn. The paths we didn’t take. The people we didn’t touch.
It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it’s true. It’s too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.
No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.
On a ship that’s made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you.)
I thought of my mother (…). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.
Love gives us a heightened consciousness through which to apprehend the world, but anger gives us a precise, detached perception of its own.
All I wanted was what I’d already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.
I wanted to tell you that the man who is your father, the man who gave you life, has found a woman who is in heaven when she’s in his arms.
I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.
My first love was everything, all at once. The kind of love you fight for, the kind of boy you fight for.