“Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.”

And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.

Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.

Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.

It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.

It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.

You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.

You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.

You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.

What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.

Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.

My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.

Now’s the day and now’s the hour.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin.

In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.