“Don’t sanitize your story so others can feel clean.”

Silence is not silent. It has a lot of unspoken words.

Everything that I hide from the world is everything I am.

I told the stars about you. I have reached the moon for you. Those two eyes of yours can swallow the deepest oceans. I asked the white clouds to fill us with colors. But soon I realized it was all you. Stars, moon, clouds, raindrops, universe. It was all in you.

Life isn’t about becoming anything. It’s about unbecoming everything you are not.

The universe decided to make my favorite person…..another memory.

You deserve a heart that will love you completely, not the one that is already broken. You deserve eyes that will make you feel special, not the ones that are full of tears. It kills me to say this but you deserve someone better than me.

Nothing is more beautiful in this world than a girl who writes about love meets a boy who’ll write about her.

You remind me of autumn because every time I think of you, I fall like a leaf.

My scars all burned whenever I said I am fine.

Never doubt yourself. There are enough people who do this.

Water me like a flower, I will feed you like the sun.

I’m running just to keep myself from bleeding out.

My original appearance disappears just like tears disappear when falling from the eyes. Dried and then lost.

Her existence made me feel drunk even when I was sober.

You are the oxygen and I’m dying to breathe.

I painted the walls of my room with all my secret tears, filling the empty space with false hopes and fears.

If I get writer’s block – this is going to sound funny – I take a shower. Something about the water feels like I’m cleaning my brain as well as my body.

If congress refuses to obey its own rules. If congress refuses to pass a balanced budget. If congress refuses to read the Bills. Then I say, sweep the place clean, limit their terms, and send them HOME!

What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn’t even in the same neighborhood. No one has ever gotten a religious experience out of removing burned-on cheese from the grill of the toaster oven.

Cleaning the house while the children are home is like shoveling while it’s still snowing.

Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.