“I will shed a tear for the person I once was but I will never be sorry for the person I am.”

Your trauma doesn’t build character, it builds a wall around you.

What good is forever when all we have is now?

Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.

In leaving me you turned of the future into a creature of the past.

These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

You met me whole and left me broken.

I don’t need you to myself in order to love you as my own.

Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.

Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.

You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.

The machines greed knows no limits.

I’m a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that’s often destructive both to me and others.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

A well adjusted person is one who makes the same mistake twice without getting nervous.

The person you hurt the most doesn’t deserve to be hurt.

The white, the Hispanic, the black, the Arab, the Jew, the woman, the Native American, the small farmer, the businessperson, the environmentalist, the peace activist, the young, the old, the lesbian, the gay and the disabled make up the American quilt.

The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.

I feel like, when people realize that they are the only person they need to impress, everybody’s life will be a lot smoother.

In the real world, I kind of, like, thrived a little bit. The things that were awkward about me at school, like being hyper passionate, I realized, ‘Oh I’m my own person, and I have my own idiosyncrasies and nuances that I don’t mind.’