“She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she burns.”

Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.

There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.

In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.

The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.

A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.

All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.

How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.

No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.

What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?

There is an old saying that when you meet your soulmate, your heart will not palpitate. Your body will not grow hot. Instead, you will feel like suddenly, you understand everything, and the tranquility of a thousand moons will grow between you. That was how she felt when she saw him.

Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.

All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.

She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.

But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.

Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?

All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.

I can hear of the brilliant accomplishments of any of my sex with pleasure and rejoice in that liberality of sentiment which acknowledges them.

The process of re-writing and writing and re-writing means that you may have a brilliant phrase, but over time it distills and distorts and changes.

Shadow is a colour as light is, but less brilliant; light and shadow are only the relation of two tones.

I’m obsessed with speed. I’m always asking myself, ‘Why can’t we do things faster? Why can’t it happen more efficiently? Why is this requiring three meetings instead of one?’

Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.

Variety of form and brilliancy of colour in the objects presented to patients are actual means of recovery.

You are brilliant and subtle if you come from Iowa and really strange and you live as you live and you are always very well taken care of if you come from Iowa.