Best 14 quotes of Crystal Cestari on MyQuotes

...a life - and a story - cannot be defined simply by the way one says good-bye. It's the introductions, the mistakes, and the triumphs that create a clear picture of who we are and where's we're going. Appreciate the journey, because when you get to the end, you'll only be able to look back and hope you don't regret what you see.

...aren't the memories worth something? Does it all have to be swept under the rug of regret?

But now I know: the heart, for all its strength, beats blindly.

I don't know how it all works, and maybe it seems like nothing to you, but watching you do it [...] you were basically taking away those creatures' fears of being alone by giving them the promise of love. Do you have any idea how incredible that is?

I'm not saying that people can't be happy or fulfilled on their own; of course they can. But being open to the possibility of love doesn't make you weak; it actually makes you strong.

Maybe  there's no scientific evidence of desserts curing what ails you, but if you ask me, the jury's still out on science anyway.

Or maybe our paths will diverge someday, taking us in separate directions, making our relationship a brief but beautiful spot in a series of unforgettable encounters. Either way, it will be a journey worth taking. Either way, it will be a love story.

Stupid would be denying my heart something it wants just because it's afraid. I'm not going to live in life in fear just because of the unknown.

Suddenly we're not just two people dancing around the same space, we are the same space, moving as one.

..the heart is a hell of a machine. Even when it's broken, it still finds a way to carry on.

The merging of two lives, the threshold of possibility: it's an energy unlike anything else.

There’s a glimmer of hope building inside me, lighting me up in a way that’s been dark and dormant.

This got me thinking about endings and how the final moments of a story can color our entire perception of a narrative. But endings aren't the epitome of a story; they are just how it stops. The real story is the middle: the ups and downs, the lefts and rights. There are so many directions a story can go, and it's that meaty middle that gives us insight in what is truly going on.

Where does anyone come from? We're all just individuals trying to get through our days.