“If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.”

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

There’s nothing more dishonest than words.

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.

I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.

He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

When we speak the word ‘life,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.

Love shouldn’t be as fickle as the rain. But an ever flowing torrent.

What you have in your head, put down on paper. The head is a fragile vessel.

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

Spiritual awakening is not about knowing everything and about being powerful. Quite the opposite is true. It is about resting deeply into not knowing, and about being so sensible and fragile that the belief of the ego dissolve into silence.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.