Al Forman Quotes

Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.” “Really? Was that how you quit me?

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

So, thanks God, our films, our first films were suddenly being appreciated by the Western media; especially France was very good, and Switzerland was very good.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

The truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

I'm convinced the Beatles are partly responsible for the fall of Communism.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

What would you do if you had to choose?

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

First of all, to defend my work, I had to believe that I am doing a totally silly, stupid, innocent comedy.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

For me, speaking is work. It's not like when you breathe.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.