“I trust the universe. If we exist for each other, time will bring is both back to our beginning.”

We are gardens. We flourish and grow. Despite the rain, despite the snow.

I’ve learned the difference between being a good person and being a popular.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones you never got to say.

My dearest contradiction. You are soft and obliterating, like the moon’s glare upon a sinner.

I’d prefer to wield a rose than to wield the gun.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.

We are all marks of condensation on polished glass; steadily fading away.

The only person you’ll spend your entire life with is yourself. You should be your first focus.

Branches bow, longing to reach the crisp, punctured leaves, their old shedded skin.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

Make the choice; to be comfortable or to be alive.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

You’re an ocean that I can’t navigate. If storms wrack your surface, I dread to think what horrors lie in your depths.

The deepest relationships belong to the friends who were one lovers, and the lovers who were once friends.

A man’s real education begins after he has left school. True education is gained through the discipline of life.

In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

It all begins with forgiveness, because to heal the world, we first have to heal ourselves.

We all make mistakes, and it is better to make them before we begin.

In this life ain’t no happy endings. Only pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance.

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.

The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.