At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Things will be far worse
than they are now.
And far better.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.