Ava Dellaira Quotes

I think that I've been trying for a long time to feel like I am supposed to, instead of what I actually am.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be

And i still don't know how to make sense of the world. but maybe it's okay that it's bigger than what we can hold on to.

I know that "what´s up" is just something people say, but it´s a very hard thing to say anything back to.

But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.

Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the harder it is to lose.

Words aren't good enough for a lot of things, but we have to try.

No guilt or anger or longing changes that.

Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy.

We are each weird in a different way.

I´m one of those regular weird people.

The art of losing isn't hard to master. I, ve done it

Why are some things harder to lose than others? because of love, of course. The more you love something the harder it is to lose.

Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.

I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.

I guess somethings turned out too sad even to be explained with a bases-loaded strikeout.

Our flushing hearts, trying to climb to the stars- how with the wrong wind, we can fall.

You learned right away that applause sounds like love.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.

For the shadows to stop growing. For people to stop being angry.

There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language.

If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?

Words can't be wood enough for a lot of things. But you know, I guess we have to try.

People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.

I don´t know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think that´s why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.

Sometimes your music sounds like there’s too much inside you. Maybe even you couldn’t get it all out. Maybe that’s why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.