“It’s okay,” I tell her.
“It is okay to be happy”

“If you want to tell me I'm a bum, that's okay.”

“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”

“Okay, so she is crazy. I don’t care. I think I love her.”

“If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.”

“Basically It's a hypocritical view, because what your saying is it's okay for us to live in the dirt, in the gutter, in less than human conditions, but it's not okay for us to tell people that we are living in these conditions.”

“What was I supposed to say?….. did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita”

“Willow: Tell me a story.
Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um… a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her.
Willow: This is a very upsetting story.”

“I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.”

“But don’t you think,” I persist, “that it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”