Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

Loneliness is a state when you have not yet grown to love yourself enough.

Be real. Be authentic. Be yourself, whatever the emotional cost. Pain goes away, while regret over a life lived trying to be a plastic version of yourself does not.

But how a game plan came to be, what a finished plan looked like, I had no idea. I’d heard that all copies were shredded as soon as the game was over.

Doing a scene truthfully is very similar to doing a song truthfully. They're really parallel.

I always make my favorite pancakes with milk, and I also add some fruit - like a banana or apple with some cinnamon sprinkled on top. I also sometimes put peanut butter on my pancakes!

It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.

History is still in large measure poetry to me.

Trying to make it and get people to respect your band, being a cool band-all of that stuff-I think we've arrived at a place where we have kids and everything is in perspective and it doesn't matter.

A dead love never dies.

Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did.” His eyebrows rose. “Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my hand was between your—” “No!” - Dorian and Eugenie