“Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me.”

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Grief does not change you, It reveals you.

There is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.

The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its significance.

God knows that’s what everyone else does.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

The good times and the bad times both will pass.

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

There is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Each day, be sure to laugh, to think, to cry; that’s one heckuva full day.

My job in this life is to give people spiritual ecstasy through music. In my concerts people cry, laugh, dance. If they climaxed spiritually, I did my job. I did it decently and honestly.

Take time every day to laugh, to think, to cry.

If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special.

I really like older British guys – I don’t think any of them would ever have a problem with crying in front of a woman or saying “I love you” or “You hurt me” or emotional stuff like that.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.