“Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.”

I didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.

What if love just isn’t enough.

I can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.

Maybe the universe breaks people in different ways so they fit when they are together.

What a terrifying thing it is to heal.

The embers of us no longer keep me warm. But they still set fire to everything they touch.

Some days, all of it aches with beauty.  Others, it all just aches with you.

To survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

You are more than the things that have hurt you.

Of course, you don’t know how to love me. I’ve never known how to do that, either.

She lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.

I miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.

These days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.

Love is a child with a gun in her hand.

I too was naughty as a child & played pranks. The child within us has to be kept alive because that child keeps us alive.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.

If what you are doing is not moving you towards your goals, then it’s moving you away from your goals.

Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.

If you let people follow their feelings, they will be able to do good. This is what is meant by saying that human nature is good.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

The moment I am aware that I am aware, I am not aware. Awareness means the observer is not.