Quotes of my Moment:

Quotes from The Mexican:

    "I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?"
    "Never."
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    "A lot of people are under the impression that you get to choose who you love."
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A while ago, I wrote a single sentence claiming that "You can't choose your family, but you can choose who you spend your life with," and yet here I am agreeing with the fact that you can't choose who you love either. But it's true.

When you find love, it hits you like a runaway train and the best you can do if you survive the initial impact, is hang on tight for the ride. Because when you find that love--insofar as it finds you--it doesn't matter what sort of trials or tribulations you're going to encounter. It could feel like the entire universe is conspiring to keep you apart, and yet you're still going to be in love. Love may not be all that you need, but sometimes it's all you've got. And try as you might to cut and run, you'll only find yourself turning around and sprinting right back to the one from which you came.

You don't choose who you love. You can't control how your heart aches after them. You can try to convince yourself otherwise; you can try to marry someone you don't love, or you can try to run from the one you do, but in the end, you're only fooling yourself. No matter how well you cover up that fact, you're still going to know, and even if you're the only one to know that, it's going to ache just as badly as if everyone had tried to fool you, because you've only betrayed yourself.

Life isn't fair. Love isn't easy. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it.
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Continuing with Quoting Love
    "And then there's an invisible, unexplainable gravity between two people, or as I like to describe it: the inability to walk away from one another regardless of how logically 'retarded' the situation may seem."

(I'll cite the source once I'm granted permission to.)

What's the point in running away when you know you're just going to be coming right back? When you're in love, you not only revert to the feelings you felt in high school but you become the restlessly impossible child that runs away every other weekend, only to return before the week begins again with the sullen admission that you could never have gotten very far on your own anyway.