Dawsons creek 8..

I've become someone who hates themself so much, that I can't even look in a mirror, and I wish being with you didn't make it worse, but it does, because the more you love me in spite of all this, the angrier at you I get, and the more I stop loving you back.

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.

Pacey: (placing his hand to her ear) Where did you get those? They're not you.
Joey: Why? Because I'm just a poor tom-boy, or because Dawson gave them to me?
Pacey: Neither. (taking her wrist which has a bracelet on it) You see this? This is you. It's not showy, or gaudy... it's simple. Elegant. Beautiful.
Joey: It's my mom's bracelet.
Pacey: I know.
Joey: (surprised) How do you know?
Pacey: Well, because you told me. Six months ago. You were wearing that, uh, blue sweater, with the snowflakes that you have. You were walking down the hallways at school, I was annoying you as per usual. You said, "Look, Pacey, I just found my mother's bracelet this morning, so why don't you cut me some slack?"
Joey: You remember that?
Pacey: I remember everything.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.