It Ends with Us Quotes

There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.

All humans make mistakes. What determines a person's character aren't the mistakes we make. It's how we take those mistakes and turn them into lessons rather than excuses.

In the future... if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again... fall in love with me.

Just because someone hurts you doesn't mean you can simply stop loving them. It's not a person's actions that hurt the most. It's the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.

You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.

Just because we didn’t end up on the same wave, doesn’t mean we aren’t still a part of the same ocean.

Fifteen seconds. That’s all it takes to completely change everything about a person. Fifteen.

Naked truths aren’t always pretty.

You’re still my favorite person, Lily. Always will be.

I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we're all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.

And as hard as this choice is, we break the pattern before the pattern breaks us.

Life is a funny thing. We only get so many years to live it, so we have to do everything we can to make sure those years are as full as they can be. We shouldn't waste time on things that might happen someday, or maybe even never.

Cycles exist because they are excruciating to break. It takes an astronomical amount of pain and courage to disrupt a familiar pattern. Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles, rather than facing the fear of jumping and possibly not landing on your feet. My mother went through it. I went through it. I'll be damned if I allow my daughter to go through it. I kiss her on the forehead and make her a promise. "It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.

I’ll keep pretending to swim, when really all I’m doing is floating. Barely keeping my head above water.

No one is exclusively bad, nor is anyone exclusively good. Some are just forced to work harder at suppressing the bad.

In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.

I think that’s one of the biggest signs a person has matured—knowing how to appreciate things that matter to others, even if they don’t matter very much to you.

Preventing your heart from forgiving someone you love is actually a hell of a lot harder than simply forgiving them.

I love it when the night sky makes me feel insignificant".

I hope you defy the odds of most dreams and actually accomplish yours.

You are my wife. I’m supposed to be the one who protects you from the monsters. I’m not supposed to be one.

You’re only human. And as humans, we can’t expect to shoulder all of our pain. Sometimes we have to share it with the people who love us so we don’t come crashing down from the weight of it all.

Sometimes even grown women need their mother’s comfort so we can just take a break from having to be strong all the time.

Shouldn't there be more distaste in our mouths for the abusers than for those who continue to love the abusers?.

Our eyes, locked together, speak more naked truths than our mouths ever have.

In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.

Every incident chips away at your limit. Every time you choose to stay, it makes the next time that much harder to leave. Eventually, you lose sight of your limit altogether, because you start to think, ‘I’ve lasted five years now. What’s five more?.

I’m sorry about that. I’m sure you didn’t miss me like I missed you, but sometimes the things that matter to you most are also the things that hurt you the most. And in order to get over that hurt, you have to sever all the extensions that keep you tethered to that pain. You were an extension of my pain, so I guess that’s what I was doing. I was just trying to save myself a little bit of agony.

It’s easy when we’re on the outside to believe that we would walk away without a second thought if a person mistreated us. It’s easy to say we couldn’t continue to love someone who mistreats us when we aren’t the ones feeling the love of that person. When you experience it firsthand, it isn’t so easy to hate the person who mistreats you when most of the time they’re your godsend. Ryle.

But sometimes you can’t control where your mind goes. You just have to train it not to go there anymore.

As his daughter, I loved him. But as a human, I hated him.

People spend so much time wondering why the women don't leave. Where are all the people who wonder why the men are even abusive? Isn't that where the only blame should be placed?.

There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.

Yes. I kept the magnet Atlas gave me when we were kids. Yes. I kept the journals. No, I didn’t tell you about my tattoo. Yes, I probably should have. And yes, I still love him. And I’ll love him until I die, because he was a huge part of my life. And yes, I’m sure that hurts you. But none of that gave you the right to do what you did to me. Even if you would have walked into my bedroom and caught us in bed together, you still would not have the right to lay a hand on me, you goddamn son of a bitch!.

It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear. He.

Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes.

There is no such thing as bad people we're all just people who sometimes do bad things.

I'm sure there's more substance in the love between two adults than there is between two teenagers. There's probably more maturity, more respect, more responsibility. But no matter how different the substance of a love might be at different ages in a person's life, I know that love still has to weight the same.

My favorite conversations are the ones with no real answers.

love him. I still do and I always will. He was a huge wave that left a lot of imprints on my life, and I’ll feel the weight of that love until I die. I’ve accepted that.

Mom: A doctor, Lily? AND your own business? I want to be you when I grow up.

Until he comes back for me, I’m just going to keep pretending to be okay. I’ll keep pretending to swim, when really all I’m doing is floating. Barely keeping my head above water.

I am a brave and bold businesswoman with zero fucks to give for men in scrubs.

You warned me. You said one time with you wouldn’t be enough. You said you were like a drug. But you failed to tell me you were the most addictive kind.

You’re the most important part of my life, Lily. I want to be what brings you happiness. Not what causes you to hurt.

Everyone deserves another chance. Especially the people who mean the most to you.

Do you have any idea how many doors I’ve knocked on to find you?.

I feel like everyone fakes who they are, when deep down we're all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.

And people like my father are the problem. Instead of helping others, people use the worst-case scenarios to excuse their own selfishness and greed.

The last thing you want to do is lose sight of your limit. Please don’t allow that to happen..... We all have a limit. What we’re willing to put up with before we break.

But then this morning I had to tell him goodbye. And he held me and kissed me so much, I thought I might die if he let go. But I didn't die. Because he let go and here I am. Still living. Still breathing. Just barely.

A happy Atlas was near mind-blowing. It made me want to uncover every single thing about this world that he likes and give it all to him.

sometimes—not very often at all, actually—a voice will penetrate past my ears and reverberate straight down through my body.

When life gets you down do you wanna know what you’ve gotta do? . . . Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming" "You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.

We’re just alike,... Plants and humans. Plants need to be loved the right way in order to survive. So do humans. We rely on our parents from birth to love us enough to keep us alive. And if our parents show us the right kind of love, we turn out as better humans overall. But if we’re neglected . . we’re neglected, we end up homeless and incapable of anything meaningful.

Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.

Do we all repeat the same words in our heads in the days after experiencing abuse at the hands of those who love us? "From this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part." Maybe those vows weren't meant to be taken as literally as some spouses take them. For better, for worse? Fuck. That. Shit.

Lily. Life is a funny thing. We only get so many years to live it, so we have to do everything we can to make sure those years are as full as they can be. We shouldn’t waste time on things that might happen someday, or maybe even never.

Of course I want to succeed, but at this point I’m not even sure if that matters. I had a dream and I busted my ass to make it come true. Whatever happens after today is just icing on the cake.

I don't know how he calmed me down without even talking, but he did. Some people just have a calming presence about them and he's one of those people.

In all the time we've spent together, I think we both sort of knew this wasn't a forever thing. I'm not sure why, because I could easily love him that way.

Fifteen seconds. That’s all it takes to completely change everything about a person. Fifteen seconds that we’ll never get back.

I want you so, so bad and I swear, once you have sex with me you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.

And when you love someone, seeing them sad also makes you sad.

Atlas kept swimming, and look at him now. He swam all the way to the fucking Caribbean.

All humans make mistakes. What determines our character is whether we turn those mistakes into excuses or lessons.

But sometimes the reason women go back is simply because they’re in love. I love my husband, Ellen. I love so many things about him. I wish cutting my feelings off for the person who hurt me was as easy as I used to think it would be. Preventing your heart from forgiving someone you love is actually a hell of a lot harder than simply forgiving them.

I know that you believe he loves you,and i'm sure he does. But he's not loving you the right way. He doesn't love you the way you deserve to be loved. If Ryle truly loves you,he wouldn't allow you to take him back. He would make the decision to leave you himself so that he knows for a fact he can never hurt you again. That's the kind of love a woman deserves,Lily.

Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.

I think about how easy it is for humans to make judgments when we're standing on the outside of a situation. It's easy when we're on the outside to believe that we would walk away without second thought if a person mistreated us. It's easy to say we couldn't continue to love someone who mistreats us when we aren't the ones feeling the love of that person.

You don’t put pressure on me to be something I’m incapable of being. You accept me exactly how I am.

I don't know why I always feel like crying when I'm around him. When I think about him. When I read about him. It's like my emotions are still tethered to him somehow and I can't figure out how to cut the strings.