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

An empath does not sleep. She listens to the wind and wonders if its crying.

Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.

If you only stand for something until it gets uncomfortable, then you never really stood at all.

You are the only song I know all the words to.

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

When darkness came, and it did, I learned that I can scream at the top of my lungs without making any sound at all.

The opposite of growing isn’t being saved. Its finding peace.

I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.

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

I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

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

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

I do not regret the mistakes that I’ve made. But the freedom I gave them to haunt me.

Sometimes the weak carry the weak. Not because they have the strength but simply because they know the way.

Climate change is the perfect pseudoscientific theory for a big government politician who wants more power. Why? Because it is a theory that can never be disproven.

Manners are love in a cool climate.

I believe the climate is changing because there’s never been a moment where the climate is not changing.

Research shows that the climate of an organization influences an individual’s contribution far more than the individual himself.

The soft climate and luxuriance of the tropics; the greenness, the fragrance, the flowers – extraordinary flowers covering the tallest trees and turning them into huge bouquets.

How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.

Maybe climate change is a threat, and maybe climate change has been tarted up by climatologists trolling for research grant cash. It doesn’t matter.

Human-caused climate change threatens almost every aspect of human existence.