“How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.”

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

To be looked at and not found wanting – how beautiful to be enough.

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

Our responsibility is not simply shielding those we care for from adversity but preparing them to meet it well.

Difficult or easy, the Buddha said not to be heedless. Just that–don’t be heedless. Why? Because life is not certain.

The heart of the path is quite easy.

It’s not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

I know I’m no glamour girl, and it’s not easy for me to get up in front of a crowd of people. It used to bother me a lot, but now I’ve got it figured out that God gave me this talent to use, so I just stand there and sing.

It’s easier to describe that shame, that horrible feeling of not being able to control your own life.

To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.

I haven’t had an easy life, but at some point ,you have to take responsibility for yourself and shape who it is that you want to be.