“Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.”

If we had no fears to master, how else would we grow?

Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.

I don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.

Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.

Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.

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.

I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

What the proletariat needs is a bath of blood.

The way to health is to have an aromatic bath and a scented massage every day.

We were at a beach one summer, and I had a bathing suit on.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

The right honourable gentleman caught the Whigs bathing, and walked away with their clothes.

I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

I don’t care if it’s a walk in the park, a look out the window, a good bubble bath – whatever. Even a meal you like, or a friend you want to call. That helps us solve all this stuff in our head.