Either you stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out in the ocean.
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Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to all mankind.
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In the end we will not remember the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.
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Life is a long lesson in humility
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Here's to the starry nights and careless freedom, to glowing smiles and flushed cheeks, and laughter that heals you deep inside.
Do you remember when you told me you'd protect me? I'd never felt so safe.
There's a sort of magic in that twinkle in your eye, and I can tell from the way you smile that you know how I desperately need you.
You talk to me and I remember how every word lingered on your lips for hours. I close my eyes and try to remember the way you felt next to me days after you've gone. And somehow I know that years from now, thoughts of you will still keep me awake at night.
I like the way my body feels when it's with yours.
I wish that I could make you feel beautiful all of the time. I wish that you would always feel the way I do when you have your arm around me, your head on my shoulder, or your eyes locked with mine. I wish that the thrill I get when you kiss me would constantly surge through you and that your heart would never quit racing the way mine does when I think about how lucky I am to be yours.
I'm scared, I'm worried, and I'm unsure; but above all of that, I'm thankful.
I don't think you will ever comprehend the hold you have on me.
Nothing else will do; I've gotta have you.
Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain and the sun shines like Sunday morning. You bring your laugh and I'll bring my sense of humor, and we can taste the days, one week after another.
And when the lights went out, you kept on shining.
As the song spun, so did the room. As they held hands, the lights started to flicker. Playing it safe, he kissed her on the cheek.
All I want is to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to the warmth of your body next to mine.
I can't believe I fell so hard. The light collects and projects your heart onto a movie screen. And if you close your eyes, we're always going to be that way; the way we were that night.
I knew you weren't going
to be there to catch me.
It's just how she lives. Loving all the wrong people, and wishing all the wrong things.
We scream our insecurities but mutter our apologies.
And that's why this world will always be so wrong.
Oh, how it feels so real, lying here with no one near.
If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
If you knew how I felt, how completely torn up and hung up on you I am, would you do a thing?
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start.
They say you fall in love, but I looked into your eyes and my heart dived into it.
You talk to me and I remember how every word lingered on your lips for hours. I close my eyes and try to remember the way you felt next to me days after you've gone. And somehow I know that years from now, thoughts of you will still keep me awake at night.
I know it's juvenille to write our names together in a heart in my notebook. I know it's cliche to say our "married name" over and over inside my head. I know how stupid it looks when I stare at you; but I just can't help myself.
Every song that plays is just another excuse for me to think about you.
So tell me the color of the sky up above. Paint me a picture of the things that make you smile. Show me your fears and what you're dreaming of.
I don't know if I like you or if I love you. I can't tell if I need you or if I want you. All I know is that when I'm next to you, the feeling is unexplainable.
Anyone could say those words, but they're only special when they come from you.
You and I could make the whole world so jealous.
I know I shouldn't like him, because I know it could never work. So I convince myself I don't. Then I see him. He'll smile or put his arm around me, or just say... anything. And then all that logic and convincing myself just evaporates.
You're not even mine and I'm scared to lose you.
There's something about your hand on my neck that gives me chills and makes the hair there raise, and I can't help but wonder if that's why you do it.
I'm not afraid of getting old; I'm not even afraid of dying. I'm afraid of living a life without you.
Never string a girl along. Sooner or later, her hands get raw from holding on and she's forced to let go.
I know you want it just as badly as I do. What I don't know is why you can't just take a chance on me.
You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
Do you honestly think anyone else is on my mind when I'm listening to that song?
You're the kind of guy who makes me throw my head back and let out a real laugh, because when I'm with you, nothing else matters.
I'm making myself nervous trying to be perfect because I know you're worth it.
"I know it hurts. But that's life. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we've got."
-Garden State
When I'm with you, I feel so safe. Like I'm home.
When I look into your eyes, my gut instinct is to look away because my heart races and my palms sweat; but something keeps me hanging on.
I'm just a fucked up girl looking for her own peace of mind.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
Afraid my heart, it beats too slow, or that I died and just didn't know, or of a fate I will have to choose; and I'm afraid of how much I love you.
And it's funny how you can forget there's a world outside yourself where the one who loves you keeps on living without you there.
When the day is blue, I'll sit here wondering about you.
I'm jealous of every girl that has ever hugged you, because for just that one moment she held my entire world.
There was something there; maybe it was the trees, or the flowery air or that everyone seemed so glad they were there. And we were two of those, too.
We sat there in silence that night, not uncomfortable, just glad to be together.
Not even the mighty sky could fill the place you left behind, not even when it rains. No, nothing takes your place; your emptiness too great to fill.
You're not my type. You're not supposed to be the guy I dream about. But for some reason, I'm not trying to pick myself back up, because even if I'm not supposed to, there's no one else who I would rather fall for.
It sounds so cliche, but I'm sick of waiting. I don't want to talk and I don't want to listen. I just want you to put your arm around my waist and kiss me.
I want to be the girl in the picture on his dresser. I want mine to be the window that he wishes he could throw rocks at. I want my fingers to be the ones he dreams about lacing his through. I want to be free of wanting this, but only if it means I don't have to want it anymore because it's mine.
Haven't you seen the way I look at you? Did you honestly think I had eyes for anyone but you?
All of our friends say we're going to be the couple everyone talks about. They whisper to me how they caught you staring at me, and how your eyes lit up when I glanced in your direction. So what the hell are you waiting for?
I wish you knew what it felt like when I'm talking to you. Maybe then you'd stop stringing me along and make me yours.
I don't ask for much. I just want you and no one else.
Contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough.
I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls until I can see nothing at all.
We're just afraid, period. Our fear is free floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship, or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us, or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are death.
So let's lie in the grass and stare at the stars.
Live through the moment, figure out who we are.
I'll remember you when I'm old and I start to get wrinkles from all of the times you made me laugh.
But I know it's too late; I should have given you a reason to stay.
I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.
They say we're too young, but maybe they're too old to remember.
So brown eyes, I hold you near 'cause you're the only song I want to hear; a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
I've been losing sleep because I'm sick of dreaming about you.
I know it's not realistic. It's not even practical. It doesn't make any sense. But for some reason, I just can't stop thinking about you.
I hope the piano plays tonight, because something about the notes flying around our heads makes everything a little more magical.
When your hand is in mine, all I'm thinking is, "This is the way it should be."
More than anything, I'm scared of letting down this front I have and laying my soul bare to the world. But when I think about you standing by my side, I wonder if it won't be so hard after all, and I know it would be worth it.
The death of this mess finally came around this year;
Congratulations, you just fucking disappeared.
I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should.
It's like going too high on the playground swings and taking polaroids to show where it all began. Laying down, out of breath, pink cheeks. It's love and I don't want anything else. It just feels right for once in my life.
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
I've been trying to nod my head, but it's like I've got a broken neck.
But with a little bit of money we could buy us a car.
With a little luck we could get away from where we are.
Let's get out of here.
No more love songs and rhymes,
Or those new polished lines.
If you love me, then won't you just
show me?
Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.
Every boy is surrounded by girls.
I just want one to pick me from the mob;
Not because I was fighting for him,
But simply because I caught his eye.
And this is the part where you and I
are nothing more than a crossed out
heart on the tree in my backyard.
You're a sea of lies and I've fallen in.
Isn't it a funny feeling when you realize that you could die and the one person who you have entirely invested yourself in would just look the other way?
Time has told me not to ask for more;
Someday, our ocean will find its shore.
And the heroes you met were just fiction,
yeah, with higher expectations.
I lost my memory
In a cab back in the city
It's somewhere off of Lexington
Just something that the east coast does to me;
Makes me forget who I am.
