She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
He thought for a second, then said, “I don’t know. Just because someone’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s decent. Or vice versa. I’m not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting.
— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via quote-book)
But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?
You have to protect yourself, you can’t just give yourself away. But holding people away from you and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything it makes you weaker because you’re doing it of fear of taking that chance. Of simply letting go and giving into it, and that’s what makes us what we are. Risks, that’s living. Being to scared to even try it - that’s a waste. I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don’t regret things. Because at least I didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.