“Nothing is more permanent than the temporary.”

The bats inebriate the sky.

The mother says to her daughter: The heart is an island. To reach it, You must cross salt water. This is what the daughter fears: That joy, like sorrow, Must be reached by shipwreck, Tossed on the flotsam of tears.

Fairytales are full of impossible tasks.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

The answers you are seeking are within you, its society that’s taught you to look outside yourself.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

I personally don’t do any hard drugs, because they get in the way of me getting to my base issues, and I’d rather get rid of the excess baggage than find a way to shove it deeper in the closet.

Love does not go away, it changes.

God’s love does not protect us from suffering. God’s love protects us in the midst of suffering.

I feel everything to the bottom of its depth maybe its a gift, its probably a curse.