I thought about the way we ran, laughing, arm in arm, down 39th Street. And I thought about what I had learned.

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The right people can change everything.  The wrong people can too.

The right people will love you when you’re crying too loud to hear it, listen to you even if they’ve heard enough, and dance with you because it really does help.  Really.

It is lonelier to be with the wrong person than to be alone.
Be with someone who is proud to love you.

You don’t have to want something just because you thought you did.

Sometimes knowing who you are is really a matter of figuring out who you’re not.  You don’t have to like someone to love them.  But it’s better if you do.

Good people do bad things.  Sometimes that’s what hurts the most.  It's okay to love them anyways.

I’d rather learn the hard way.