A person’s true identity can often be difficult to discern. Even to themselves. Causing one to question their character, their calling, their very existence. For most, time provides clarity. But for others, these questions remain unanswered. For an identity cannot be fully defined when it’s a guarded secret.
You need to give the monster an identity. It’s only when the monster becomes someone else, something else, that you’re free to be Oliver Queen.
Whatever’s in store for us, they can’t change what we mean to each other. Can’t erase what’s in our hearts. As long as we hold on to that… we’ve beaten Crisis before it even begins.
We’re not ghosts. What we lost doesn’t define us. Maybe what we do. Maybe. Or maybe what we’re running from.
People are gonna think whatever they want about you, no matter who you’re dating. Your job is to not give a s***. Concentrate on the music. Ignore the noise.[to Hailey]