Underrated Quotes 2.0

Okay, I'll be a little upfront: Creating those picture quotes isn't easy. It takes quite a lot of time. So yeah, here are some equally good (if not more so) underrated quotes that I hope you guys will love. 

If I let you in, you’ll see me. If you saw all the broken pieces and the unattainable dreams and the stupid things I tell myself, you’d be so humiliated for me. All the pettiness and the lies I’ve told and the people I’ve hurt. You’d hate me, Whit, and you’d be right. Once you hate me again, everything will be back to how it should be. I thought you’d see that.”



You are this completely perfect catastrophe I can’t pull myself out of, and I don’t want to anymore. Okay? I don’t want to.”



I can’t trust myself to do the right thing. And I can’t trust myself with him. He could never care about the other side of me anyway. I can’t ask him to love a part of me even I hate.



There are a million reasons.



She shrugs. “No. Did you know Whit? Sometimes love finds us by accident, and I think … well, I think Ethan’s soul calls to mine,” she explains, and I gag a little in the back of my throat.



I recoil because the truth hurts like nothing else...



“Do you know how long I’ve spent filling in the gaps where I wanted you to be?” I finally say. “I wanted you. I wanted you to laugh or cry or show any sign at all that you cared.” I shrug. “I always wondered how far I’d have to take it for you to care. What line I’d have to cross.”



I nod, tears spilling down my cheeks. They won’t stop coming now, like a spell has been broken, like the wall in my heart has been torn completely down, and I’m nothing but feeling. White-hot feelings. All-consuming, broken feelings.


but I was wrong. I have you, and you’re flawed and strong, and everything on the planet is ahead of you. The world is terrified of what you’ll do to it. I promise. Okay?”




There’s a lot of shit and a lot of shitty people in this world, Liv, I would know, but if you think for one second that you didn’t break that boy’s heart when he found out what you did to him, you’re delusional.




But he has his arm around Anna and he’s taller than she is so she probably loves him. That’s no one’s fault but mine.



We both jump back. Silence fills the space between us: We both know we have to say something, but we both don’t want to. We don’t know how. It’s like we’ve unlearned knowing each other.




It isn’t right to treat people like they’re part of a game.” He stops for a second, and I kind of get the feeling that he might have been the nobler of the two of us all along.
He wasn’t all right, but he wasn’t all wrong.



But somewhere along the line, it stopped sucking, and I started getting this feeling that you get when you’re around that person. You know the one? When I was near Whit, I’d feel a bit breathless, a little lost in my thoughts, so unsure. I wanted to be the right kind of person—the kind of person he wanted to be with.



“I know I would give anything to go back to that—to what we were before—and even if you reject me, I wasn’t afraid to say this much. Excuses aren’t going to hold me back anymore, and I won’t stay quiet this time, okay?”



He whispers it again.
Like the best songs, I could listen over and over.
.



That maybe it meant something.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like that I knew who you were at your worst and your best, and I loved you the whole time,” he says,