People always think that happiness is a faraway thing, something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains—a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you’re alone—just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, but not everyone is meant to stay there.
This feels right, don't say goodnight.

My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do;it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them