“Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.”

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?

Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.

About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

All we can control in this silly and wildly perfect life is the love that we choose to give out without any regard to ever getting it back in return.

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.