May 25, 2012

• Don’t mess with what’s mine

  

  Love is like an earthquake - unpredictable and a little scary.  But when the hard part is over, you realize how lucky you are.

  

  Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people, some go, some join you, some laugh with you, some didn’t come. But in the end after the fun, there would be a few who would clean up the mess with you. And most of the time, those were the uninvited ones.

  

  Sometimes you can’t believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you’re ever going to have other people trust you, you must first feel that you can trust them too.

  

  Even if the path is a little blurry, keep walking. You’ll focus in when you know what you want, then the picture of your life will be crystal clear. Just don’t ever give up.

  

  I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment, you could rip my heart out of my chest, tear it in pieces,throw it on the ground, then stomp all over it. And I’d just pick it up and hand it back to you.

  

  There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you’ll find the right film or the right book and it’ll understand you.

  

  Love is like a game nobody can beat. Some get mad and turn it off, some get halfway there and are unsatisfied, while people like me keep playing until they get to the last level.

  

  There’s a point in your life when you know who’s there forever and who’s just around for a while. People change, but keep in mind so do you. Sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worst. Bad things happen to everyone, but you’re not in it alone. People lie, and some people just don’t care how you feel, but that’s life. Your heart beats, no matter how much pain you’re in, but everything will be okay eventually. There are always people in your life that just make your day, no matter where they are.

  

  Whoever said that falling in love was easy never tried falling when so many people were trying to hold you up.

  

  You saved me in every way a person could be saved.

  

  To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give, that takes courage because we don’t want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

  

  We’re all a little weird, and when we find those people whose weirdness is compatible with yours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call them our best friends.

  

  Why do misplaced things appear when not needed and unseen when you want them the most? Simply because you weren’t aware of its value unless you’re about to make use of it.

  

  I hate that feeling when you’re about to cry and someone asks you if there’s anything wrong or to cheer you up. And you try to smile but you just physically can’t do it and eventually the effort of trying to smile for this one person has thetears spilling over. It makes me feel so defeated by life when I can’t find the strength to smile in those moments.

  

  Special is different from important. Special is someone you will never forget for the rest of your life. Important issomeone you need for the rest of your life.

  

  It doesn’t matter what car you drive and what apartment or house you live in or even what you look like on the outside. It just matters what your heart looks like. It’s about your ability to love.

  

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