Meredith Gray

You know I can't remember the last time we've kissed...cause you never think the last time is the last time...you think there'll be more. You think you have forever, but you don't...

I'm really trying here to be happy! And i can't breathe... I can't breathe with you looking at me like that, so just stop!

I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

But here's the truth: sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

But here's the truth about the truth: It hurts. So... we lie.

It's better to be alone and feel like a success that to be in a relationship and feel like a failure all the time.

Even now I believe for the most part love is about choices. It’s about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending … most of the time. And that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions, fate wins anyway.

Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time.

Change. We don't like it, we fear it. But we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn't is lying. But here's the truth. Sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same and sometimes…oh, sometimes change is good. Sometimes change is everything.

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future. As if figuring it out will somehow cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes. But one thing is certain: When it finally reveals itself, the future is never the way we imagined it.

Like I said, disappearances happen. Pains go phantom. Blood stops running and people, people fade away. There's more I have to say, so much more, but... I've disappeared.

Sometimes you don't even know anything's changed. You think you're still you. And your life is still your life, but you wake up day and look around. And you don't recognize anything… Not anything at all.

More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.

Something that changes us. Ideally, it gives us hope. A new way of living and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories. What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning. But it's also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to.

Don't ever date a man who can't handle your power.