Riley Jean Quotes

Then why? Nobody does all this for nothing, so what is it that you're looking to get from all this? Huh? What is it that you want from me?"
Without hesitating, Vance leaned forward and pierced me with his stare. "I just want you to know that there are good guys out there. There are people in this world you can trust, that don't have ulterior motives. You just have to find them." He paused, allowing the candor behind his words to sink in. "The only thing I want, Rosie, is to see you happy.

I wished he'd stop trying to make me believe everything was going to be okay.
Because it was working.

I just wanted to have someone who understands the real me, and likes me anyway. Is that so crazy?

So you'd do it all over again? You'd risk sacrificing your sanity to chase the idea of love, knowing that the harder you fall, the worse it'll hurt in the end?"
"Without a second thought. Sometimes love sucks…"
"I concur so far," I interjected.
"…But as it bad as it can be, I think it could be just as amazing. And that makes all the hard parts worth it. So you can't let it keep you down. People come and go. But you can always hold the good times in your heart, even if that person's no longer with you. You have to look back at everything that's made life good, instead of why it isn't now. Life isn't something to endure, Rosie. It's something to experience.

The worst part of breaking up wasn't the actual time-of-death. It was surviving, day after day, dealing with the loss.

When you're young, experiencing new relationships and first loves, nobody really knows what they're doing. We chase the butterflies and try to capture the perfect moments. But the more you grow, the more you realize that's not what it's all about. Love becomes real when the ideal fades away. When that one person becomes more important than yourself. When you make the decision that no matter the cost, you'll never stop fighting for them. When you can face each other, scarred and unashamed in this dark, lonely world, and feel like you're finally home.
Until we are ready to love with all our hearts, all our minds, and all our souls, we are nothing but lonesome people, just looking to use somebody.

Was it possible for a girl to be both nice and have backbone? And if so, what was that supposed to look like?

Relationships are like that. Each time you fall in love with someone, you give part of your heart away. And when they're gone, they take it with them. Some people gave little pieces away too many times... Some people gave their whole heart away once... When it ends, what is left of their heart? A smaller piece? A large hole? Could you fill it up, would it heal over or grow back?
And what happens when there's nothing left to give?

Sometimes the best thing that ever happened to you could also be the worst.