“How can I be anywhere that I am, when I dream of being everywhere that I’m not?”

Sometimes you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel until you’ve learned how to live in the dark.

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.

Help isn’t helpful for the unwilling.

I will dance under stars I can not see; and I will hold hands I can not yet reach.

Sometimes anger is a form of passion that isn’t being listened too.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.

Human Consciousness Must Shape Social Structures, Not The Other Way Around.

Only In Coexistence Is Sustained Existence Possible.

Men imagine that thought can be kept secret, but it cannot; it rapidly crystallizes into habit, and habit solidifies into circumstance.

It is the preoccupation with possessions, more than anything else, that prevents us from living freely and nobly.

I don’t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

Women select men. That makes them nature, because nature is what selects.

Music, to create harmony, must investigate discord.