If you think i'll never make it...well you'll be wrong

That's how you know when you care about things, when you're afraid you'll lose them.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars, but we won't.

Your life is a book;
Don't jump to the end to see if it's worth it
Just enjoy life and fill make those pages with beautiful memories

i am pretty, but not beautiful.
i have friends, but im not the
peacemaker. i am just a small
girl in a big world looking for
someone to love.

My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.

disaster. She loses faith in herself every day. Her life is a mess and she doesn't even care. No one understands her. And people say stuff to put her down and no one even notices that she might be breaking inside. Or they never notice that maybe she needs a hug from someone. Or someone to sit there with her and listen.

She might be sleeping, so call her and wake her up for a couple seconds and tell her you love her. She may not remember it. But for a second she smiled before she fell back asleep

Tell a girl sh's beautiful and she'll
believe it for a moment.Tell a girl
she's worthless and she'll believe
it for the rest of her life.

Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think. But that’s not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

I guess the reason I think I'm nothing is because no one's ever fought for me. I believe if I was really truly worth it, that somewhere along this road, someone would've fought for me to stay, but instead, I always wound up walking away.

I don't know what I want anymore. All I want to do is listen to music and watch the clouds go by, but that doesn't pay the bills.

It makes me smile when he calls me his baby girl :)

Do you ever just sit & wonder why he chose you? Do you ever stop & think that it was just too good to be true? Does it ever seem like you're afraid to lose him, because without him your whole life will be ruin.

Sometimes all I really want to do is sit beside you. I want to watch cheesy and crappy movies with you, and we will laugh at them together. I want to plan things with you, things we’ll never do, but for some reason just planning them with you is fine with me. I want to talk to you about everything and anything. I want to goof around with you and make jokes that aren’t funny but we’ll laugh at them nonetheless. I just want to fall in love with you over and over and maybe at one point we’ll get tired of each other, but until then, I want you, and just you.

You make me smile all the time, no lie. Even when I can't see you. I just think of you, and yeah, it's wonderful.

My temper is the worst. I shout for no reason. More often than not I won't say 'I love you first'. I'm a bitch when I want to be. I'm more competitive than most. I lie around in my PJ's most nights. I'd rather eat a bar of chocolate than a salad, and the most important thing of all: I love you.

The funny thing about love is that you never
know how hard you're falling until you hit the ground.

I don't believe that laughing has always been
the best medicine. Because I know,
sometimes a cry can cure what a laugh can't.

Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven't found
meaning in their lives, so they're running all the time
looking for it. They think the next car, the next
house, the next job. Then they find these things
are empty too, & they keep running.
-Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom

Do you ever sit and think, what if? What if you had never said the first hello, or what if our paths never crossed? What if you kept your mouth shut and just let things pass? What if you had just five more minutes? What if you could turn back time and make it all stand still? Where would your life be? Better? Worse? Less confused? More confused? Happier? Sadder? Just, what if?

Just because it's not what you expected, doesn't mean it isn't everything you've been waiting for.

She loved you.
Because you believed in her
so much more than she did,
you expected more from her than she did herself.

Im tough, ambitious and know exactly what I want,
If that makes me a bitch
Then okay.

When you're gone,

all that is left behind are the memories you created in other people's lives

or just a couple of items on a bill.

Sometimes your rhythm's off,

you read the person right but still do the wrong thing.

Don't base your decisions on the advice of people
who don't have to deal with the results.

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my
dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look forsolutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me.
-Virginia Satir