“I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.”

And perhaps the greatest peace of art is in the brush stroke of our suffering.

I am the kind of tired that does not need a bed but rather, hope.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

I don’t mind cloudy days. And how could I? My heart has cloudy days too.

Even the wrong people and the wrong choices can bring us to the right places.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

There is a certain kind of light that only comes from having been through a certain kind of darkness.

I will heal and Oh what a day that will be.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

You are only ever as lost as the next step you choose to take.

And I guess what I am really trying to say, is that I love the way you love me.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

What it all comes down to either way, is if you are ready.

I will tremble. But that is not to say I am not brave.

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.

Confine yourself to the present.

Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

You’ve seen my descent, now watch my rising.

Life’s not fair, get used to it.

Don’t let loneliness drive you back into the arms of someone who doesn’t give a damn about you.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.