“We don’t make ourselves compassionate; we are born compassionate.”

Don’t blame life for what you do. That is so selfish and ignorant on your behalf.

If you love someone, you love them. You don’t allow your pride to stop you from expressing your love to them.

You may be a disaster for a day, a month, or a year. Just don’t be a disaster forever.

Do you know what it feels like to be wounded and told that you caused the wound to yourself by choosing to be where the harm landed?

Broken wings are a sign of struggle and strength.

A heart does turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while.

Being a leader is about leading your own mind’s logic and leading your heart’s reason. Be cognizant of the decisions that your mind and heart make, and your life will be much more meaningful and rewarding.

You don’t need to explain why you’re protecting your soul from harm. You really don’t.

If you gave them once the love that they did not deserve, they will come back for more.

Life is not fair, but we can choose to be fair humans even if life or other humans choose to be unfair to us.

The reality you live in is partially up to you. The fantasy you live in is entirely up to you.

You can draw a path for your life and have all of your goals set. You can change yourself as much as possible and change things around you just to reach those goals.

Your opinion of me does not equal my self-worth.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up or that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Take responsibility for the choices you could have made but restrained yourself from making.

Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain, they must have pain inside. Wish them healing. That’s what they need.

The greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, and the most beautiful poetry are born from the womb of silence.

If men found out how to give birth to children they’ll never propose again.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers.

And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Where were you born?” “On a battlefield,” [Yossarian] answered. “No, no. In what state were you born?” “In a state of innocence.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.