Daisy Jones and The Six

There’s this peace that comes with knowing you have a person in the world
who would do anything for you, that you would do anything for.
I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.
Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.
You have these lines you won’t cross. But then you cross them. And suddenly
you possess the very dangerous information that you can break the rule and
the world won’t instantly come to an end. You’ve taken a big, black, bold line
and you’ve made it a little bit gray. And now every time you cross it again, it
just gets grayer and grayer until one day you look around and you think,
There was a line here once, I think.
I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise it’s not
faith, right?
I’m saying that when you really love someone, sometimes the things they need
may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for.
But loving somebody isn’t perfection and good times and laughing and making
love. Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a
gut punch. That’s why it’s a dangerous thing, when you go loving the wrong
person. When you love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. You have to be with
someone that deserves your faith and you have to be deserving of someone
else’s. It’s sacred.
All I will say is that you show up for your friends on their hardest days. And
you hold their hand through the roughest parts. Life is about who is holding
your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding.
Handsome men that tell what you want to hear are almost always liars.

The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Sometimes reality comes crashing down on you. Other times reality simply
waits, patiently, for you to run out of the energy it takes to deny it.”
“It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and
false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in
a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”
“You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been
working, how truly exhausted you are, until somewhat stands behind you and
says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.”
“No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People
who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding
themselves, but they’re also painfully unoriginal.”
“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved
her.”
“That’s the part I was stuck in, the part where you accept the apology because
it’s easier than addressing the root of the problem,”
“The love of my life is gone, and I can't just call her and say I'm sorry and
have her come back. She's gone forever. So yes, Monique, that is something I
do regret. I regret every second I didn't spend with her. I regret every stupid
thing I did that caused her an ounce of pain. I should have chased her down the
street the day she left me. I should have begged her to stay. I should have
apologized and sent roses and stood on top of the Hollywood sign and shouted,
'I'm in love with Celia St. James!' and let them crucify me for it. That's what I
should have done. And now that I don't have her, and I have more money than
I could ever use in this lifetime, and my name is cemented in Hollywood
history, and I know how hollow it is, I am kicking myself for every single
second I chose it over loving her proudly.”