“Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.”

I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

One handles truths like dynamite.

I don’t wish power, only art -art and passion.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

A mental health crises should not end in death.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.

I have never been remotely ashamed of having been depressed. Never. What’s to be ashamed of? I went through a really rough time and I am quite proud that I got out of that.

New Beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.