The only really satisfactory confidante for your troubles is someone who enjoys them, and this inevitably cuts out anyone who actually loves you.
I don't think it should be a big deal who you love.
There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.
Feel good about being someone who loves selflessly. I think someday you’ll find someone who loves you the exact same way.
In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.
Let go of people who bring you down, and surround yourself with those who bring out the best in you.
It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you.
Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves. " "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.
You cannot predict the future, but you can create it.
As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years.
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist (our friends being friends only in the light of an agreeable folly which travels with us through life and to which we readily accommodate ourselves, but which at the bottom of our hearts we know to be no more reasonable than the delusion of the man who talks to the furniture because he believes that it is alive. ).