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Theres a part of me that's gonna be in love with you for the rest of my life.

I'm afraid that I'm not enough for you, and I never will be, and if I do this, you'll realize that you've grown way beyond me and I'm just going to lose you again.

Gail: Well, honey, I'm concerned about you. Ever since your breakup with Joey, you haven't said one word about it. Dawson...you haven't even wallowed. 
Dawson: What good is wallowing? All the wallowing in the world doesn't bring somebody 
back. 
Gail: Wallowing isn't about getting them back. It isn't about them at all, it's about you, and 
learning to allow yourself the few meager advantages of being the dumpee. 
Dawson: Advantages? 
Gail: Sure, like allowing yourself to stuff your face with a lifetime supply of red licorice and doughnuts, or a newfound appreciation for country music. 
Dawson: Like an excuse to watch the last scene from Field of Dreams? 
Gail: Acquiring the necessary pain to write bad, bitter poetry. 
Dawson: A reason to scowl. 
Dawson: Work out aggression! 
Gail: Yes! You see, when you think about it, honey, every inch of pain that touches you makes you a deeper, more real individual. Whether you're 16 or...slightly older.
Dawson: So it doesn't get any easier? 
Gail: Nope. You just go to bed earlier.

There's not a single dramatic storyline in existence that Shakespeare didn't conquer first. Family revenge, political intrigue, the great gender battle. The guy mapped it all out for us, and what was his parting lesson? What genre of all genres did he finally arrive at after years of toil and sacrifice? Tragedy.

I need to go on with my life. Go back to college. Figure out who I am, and what I want. This is not my place. Not here, and not with you.

Pacey: When she's around, I just feel more... I feel more alive. I think people underestimate how important that is. 
Jen: I think they overestimate it, too. I mean, as much as you want to, you can't rely on someone else to make you feel alive. It's an inside job.

I guess I just want you to know that I'm not going to hold you to anything we've said in the past. I want you to live your life and be happy and enjoy everything that goes along with that.

I'm just not all there. I mean, I can -- I can analyze somebody else until the cows wander home, but as soon as I turn all that indulgent perception on myself, it's like I completely lose connection between my heart and my head. It's like the two are incompatible, and I -- I can't get it together. And I really wish I could, because I'm so scared of what might happen if I don't. I, Does this make any sense to you at all?

I do have perception disorder. Let's just say, I'm geared to respond to life in a certain way and you say I don't respond like a typical adolescent, and you're right, I don't, but emotionally, I do. I always have. I am very much my age emotionally, maybe even younger. And my feelings are in constant conflict with my overachieving self-aware brain and it's just a constant battle. And that's what's driving me crazy So I keep on waiting for my feelings to catch up so maybe I can finally grow up so I can finally get over Joey or accept that my parents may or may not work things out, but I think I have it backwards. In order to change my feelings I first have to change my actions because that's the only way somebody can change how they feel

I'm not that girl anymore. I never really was. And I'm -- I'm not that white-as-snow image you've got, either. I'm somewhere in between. And I'm -- I'm just trying to figure it out

I mean, you're still carrying around this huge torch for her that has no hope of extinguishing itself any time too soon

I don't mind you kissing me if it's because you want to kiss me, not for revenge or to help you forget someone else. Whatever happened between you guys, you're gonna have to deal with it. Yourself. Just -- just you. 

I have all these feelings -- these weird feelings -- and I've had this burning desire to express them. But I can't. I just can't. And these feelings -- they're trapped -- they're like stuck in my heart... And I just feel so lonely."

Look. It's like this. Most people, when they get to college, feel really insecure. It seems like everybody around them knows so much more. So they race to try to catch up, pretend to know things, instead of slowing down to actually learn them. Because they don't realize that the discomfort of uncertainty is the most precious part of the experience. See, if you can feel comfortable... not knowing, you can learn anything, ANYTHING. And if not, well, then you've stopped before you've begun.

Without fear, there would be no accomplishment. No testing of our limitations.

someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. he'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your heart. he'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. he'll call you to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or just because he is thinking about you. he'll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. he'll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life ... you'll believe it

Let's make believe I've gotten myself into an impossible situation. Pretend like I've... I'm sorta falling or have fallen for the worst person I could ever have fallen for. What would you tell me to do?

Joey: I'm not a quitter. 
Heston: People love saying that. It's like they saw it in some movie once and they liked the way it sounded.

I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. And things have a wonderful habit of working themselves out regardless of how you may plan them to the contrary. 

Oh, right. Because that's what it always is, isn't it? I don't like you, therefore, it must be because some guy broke my heart. It just can't be because you're objectionable in any way. 

if there's just one piece of advice i can give you, it's this - when there's something you really want, fight for it, don't give up no matter how hopeless it seems. and when you've lost hope, ask yourself if 10 years from now, you're gonna wish you gave it just one more shot. because the best things in life, they don't come free

it was pouring rain, your mom came to pick us up, but the car was, like, way across the street so you grabbed my hand and we ran for it. And it was probably only about 10 seconds or so, but when we got in the car, all I could think about was the fact that... you had held my hand

and we help each other to realize that everything we want to be; we already are 

One of these days you're gonna have to take a gigantic fact check, my friend, all right? She didn't mistake you or anybody, okay? This girl is head-in-the-clouds, 100% ass-backwards in love with you, all right?

You're the girl in the 19th century novel who would perversely refuse to marry for money no matter how much it would raise her station in life, the girl who would say yes, sleep on it... recover her moral principles, and then break the guy's heart the next morning, which, of course, only increases your appeal. Principles are incredibly sexy, you know.