So, as we approach the winter season, I reflect upon all of my favorite "winter things." And one of those things is the series, Felicity. I loved everything about that series, as it was and continues to chronicle my own life of awkwardness and neurosis. Felicity is the single most character I can relate to. And watching her live through the highs and lows of college, love, and friendships is a great way to spend a Friday, winter evening. Cheers to wonderfully made television!
“The truth is, I can’t be with you like this. I mean, I know I said that I could, but I can’t. I just can’t compromise myself like that. I mean, I’m an emotional person. I feel things and I need to be able to get upset, and talk about how I’m feeling. I mean, that’s just, that’s who I am, and I can’t change it. I don’t want to. And the thing is, you knew that, you knew it, and you still pursued me. Because you want something with me. You just aren’t strong enough to have it. Which in a way makes you a coward. And the saddest part is that, one day you’re going to wake up, and you’re going to realized what you missed and its going to be too late.”
“Is it possible to be just friends with someone I have these sort of immoderate feelings or am I doomed forever to just be in love and ultimately, I think, significantly hurt?”
“It’s amazing how we blame ourselves. You know when John died I was a wreck. Certain that somehow cosmically I’d caused that accident. It’s probably just human nature to try to make sense of things. Random things. I think the scariest part is realizing bad things just happen. No reason. No purpose. They just occur. And we’re left to pick up the pieces. I guess that’s what we’re all doing all the time. Just picking up the pieces the best we can.”
“Honesty is not the most important thing in a relationship. The most important thing is too be kind. Honesty, in some cases, is unkind.”
“The hardest part about moving forward is not looking back.”
“I put too much importance on things. Romance and sex and I guess with the holidays and weather and everything, I don’t know. For some horrible, annoying reason love matters to me. Ben matters to me. Noel matters to me. And I’m sick of it already. I’m sick of caring so much. Feeling torn and wanting that connection. That soul mate. I just want this feeling to go away.”
“Have you ever felt like there is no solace in anything? Like wherever you turn you’re just lost. I mean, I’ve never felt so lost in every conceivable way before.”
"I’ve become a real believer in not defining every single thing. Seems like every time you think you’ve figured out what something is, it just becomes something else."
“I’ve discovered the most disturbing thing. That by not being me, I’m getting what I want.”
"That must be an amazing feeling, being good at something you love."
“You never asked me to wait for you—and I don’t even know if you want me to—heck, I don’t even know if I want to… but something is telling me that when you come back I’m going to be exactly what you want, and you will realize I have been here all this time, and you will wonder why you didn’t want me all along. And somehow that will bring us to our happily ever after.”
“Everyone is different. For some people alcohol is their weakness. For others, its gambling or drugs. For you, it’s love. For you, love is that elusive quality that can make you feel whole or unhinge you entirely.”
“Look, I know we said our friendship was over before, but that fight was sort of the proverbial nail in the . The thing I wonder is what’s going to stick - which words, which memories. It’s strange how that works. I remember 10th grade Biology, I got every answer on the final right except for one: Purkinje fibres. And now that’s the only thing I can remember about Biology. Is that gonna happen to us? I mean, after—after all these years, after all our right answers, is that fight gonna be the only thing I remember?”
“Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can pretty much change your life forever.”
"I guess I’m learning, little by little, that we decide what our lives are going to be. Things happens to us, but it is our reaction that matters."
“Love is complicated — full of sacrifice and compromise. But maybe that’s the best part.”
“I think the most important thing to me isn’t an object, I mean, it’s just being here.”
“I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything. I’m convinced that tragedy wants to harden us, and that our mission is to never let it.”
“I dreamt once that I lost you. We were on icebergs and I can’t remember if I was floating away from you or you were floating away from me…But I remember waking up beside you. It was the middle of the night and it was raining, like tonight, and I heard your breath calming me. It was like we could speak without words. I wonder how and when we learned this secret language. I only knew that at some point in the silences, I heard you. And now I am left with these words, these useless words, when all I want is to be beside you again. To make you feel safe, to help you sleep, to bring you back to me.”
“And here’s the fact: you can’t get a best friend. Best friends become. They don’t happen in a meeting or a year or 2. It’s a package deal—friendship. Only as valuable as what you put in, come through.”
