Quotes by: “Dawson's Creek”:

Joey: That I would pick you? Say it, Dawson. You thought if you orchestrated this whole evening, that I would be convinced into picking you over Pacey, right?
Dawson: You have to pick somebody. I just wanted to remind you what you'd be missing if you didn't pick me. 'Cause you'd be missing a lot. So would I. We'd be missing everything. [he kisses her] That's how the evening was supposed to end.

Dawson: Joey, if things are complicated between us, it's because you made them that way, all right? You. And you think that... Whatever was wrong when you were with me is gonna magically get better when you're with him?
Joey: I don't know, Dawson. I don't know, ok? I just know that I-- I need him.
Dawson: You need him like you need me? it's a simple question. Do you need him like you need me?
Joey: No. Look, you can't do that. You can’t. Those 2 things have nothing to do with each other, and you know that. The way that I feel about him is completely separate from the way that I feel about you and our friendship.
Dawson: we don't have a friendship right now. As of right now, we do not have a friendship.
Joey: That is not fair!
Dawson: You can't have both of us! You can't have him as your boyfriend and me as your consolation prize. You're gonna have to make a choice, and I'll tell you right now, if you choose him, I'm not gonna be around to pick up the pieces when it all falls apart. This ruins everything. There's no goin' back

See, there this guy... And when I met him, it was like... Like a shade going up in a dark room and light suddenly pouring in. He understood me in a way that no one ever did or could. And then, just as suddenly, the room got dark again

I’ll wait. You can call me an eternal optimist, but I have faith. This whole year, I’ve been on this... Soul-searching journey... And I feel like I’ve finally come to the end. And what I found... Was you

so you love me.. you just don't want me?

We can't talk like we used to, there's just some things we cant say

It’s true what they say. Time is an unreliable narrator. History gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day. I can’t swear this is exactly how it happened, but this is how it felt. Summer had brought us home, and we wasted no time assuming our roles in what had become an all-too-familiar scenario. Pacey had fallen from grace, Dawson’s dreams were dashed, and I was somehow in the middle of it all over again. The triangle we had all tried so hard to put to rest had come back to haunt us. 

i want what everybody wants, i want to be important to somebody, maybe you want that too, but, if you do, to be honest, i can't really see it, because all i see when i look at you is somebody who's going through the emotions of being in a relationship because he thinks its the right thing to do, i don't know, i just know that that isn’t enough for me, so goodbye.

when you're 16 years old so many of your choices are motivated by fear, its like one wrong move and the worlds going to end. maybe that's what it is maybe its about taking a deep breathe and forgiving yourself for yesterday's mistakes

That's why I wanted to see you. You're a touchstone. You take me back to this nice, safe place where crushes never end and hearts can't be broken.

Jen: I just figure screw it, alright? I don't need them as my destination. If I'm going to leave Capeside then what's holding me back?
Jack: You don't have another place to go?
Jen: Oh, I've got every place to go there's just nobody there.

Before, I was moving fast. I was movin' really, really fast. So fast I kept stumbling and falling. But here? Here I feel like, for the first time, in a long time, I'm walking at a steady pace. And I'm afraid, that if I kiss you, my knees will buckle and I don't know if I could handle it now

Some of us are just trying to get through the day without breaking something

On the outside, you're not that same naive kid anymore. You've been through too much lately. But deep down, at your core, there will always be a part of you that rejects reality... that is eternally hopeful

And oddly enough, what followed was perhaps the truth is, we didn't talk this summer. Not a word. Which is weird, I guess, but at the same time, not. I...I kept meaning to call him. I did. But one week turned into a month, and before you know it... here we are

Oh...and I met a boy. He was very cute and very nice, and things were going very well right up until the moment he said... I think I'm in love with you.

But at some point you're gonna have to tell me how I fix this. 'Cause right now you're both judge and jury and I'm... I'm at a loss. Do you want me to say I'm sorry? I have. I've apologized for making a mistake. For poor judgment. I've apologized for things I didn't even think were my fault. I'm seventeen and I did something stupid, OK? But when someone close to you does something... unexpected. Or... or out of character, you don’t just abandon them.

until I can learn to look at myself without judgment or condemnation, then you're right: I'm not ready for you- or for anybody

Doug: You asked me what sucks most about getting older. Somewhere along the line, you just lose the butterflies. So the question is, little brother, what are you gonna do about it?
Pacey: Do?
Doug: Yeah, do, as in do something. Take action.
Pacey: You know, I don’t think you’re really properly grasping the gravity of this situation, Douggie. You see, if I was actually to do something about this, there is the strong possibility that the sun would cease to shine, that the tides would cease to rise. In fact, I’m betting there’s a pretty good chance that the very earth would crack open and Capeside would become home to a huge hell-mouth that would spew forth endless hordes of monsters and demons, that would choke the denizens of this city, making them fall to their knees, and pray for a return to the days before I took action. That’s what we’re really talking about here.
Doug: Hmm. Yeah, maybe. Look, Pacey, uh, in my experience, you don’t come across that many people with the ability to give you butterflies. You just don’t. And if you don’t tell this girl how you feel, well it’ll be like spending the rest of your life in your own personal prison.

I feel like you've been pulling away from me. I thought this is what you wanted, ya know. I thought I was what you wanted.

Joey: Can't you hear it, too?
A.J.: Hear what?
Joey: The loudest sound of all. Love unspoken.

What I want is you -- but there's no sense in arguing that point since you seem so determined to refute it.

It was just the sweetest, most romantic, Fourth of July fireworky, waves crashing on the shore, beyond any movie I could ever imagine -- kiss

You probably don’t even remember. It was just this thing. There you were, above me, and you started brushing my hair off my forehead, and it felt so nice. It made me feel... safe. Like no matter what, you were gonna protect me. Years from now, when I think back, I'm not gonna remember the clumsy positioning or the morning-after awkwardness or if the experience itself met the textbook definition of great sex. What I'm gonna remember is how sweet you were. And how you took me to this brand new place.

In the moment when we touched, maybe we went somewhere else that rose above all this, but then we landed and I think maybe we crashed.