“Life is too short to waste on bullshit.”

“I don’t sleep with broken-hearted guys. It’s too pathetic.”

“Isn’t ‘I need space’ the universal couples equivalent of ‘I need you to pack your shit and get out of my life’?”

“We all die, sweetheart. You’ve just got to live your life with enough meaning while you’re still here to make it all worthwhile.”

“The problem with passion is it goes both ways. Love/Hate. The line between those two is a lot thinner than I thought.”

“Would that be okay? It's just a day trip. I mean I know we just met yesterday, so, it's not like creepy or anything?" His confident grin falters for a quick second, long enough for me to snap out of my idiotic stupor.That sounds awesome. I nod. Let me just grab my bag.He lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes and reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy.”

“I go still. Stone still. Ice statue still. Han Solo in carbonite still”