“Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.”

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul – you create suffering.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

If you’re that depressed, reach out to someone. And remember, suicide is a permanent solution, to a temporary problem.

Depression is very different.

The further one goes, the less one knows.

I have died too many deaths that were not mine.

I go through a lot of depression, and I know other people do, too, but I have an outlet that so many people don’t.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

We seem to be getting closer and closer to a situation where nobody is responsible for what they did but we are all responsible for what somebody else did.

If you get down and you quarrel everyday, you’re saying praises to the devil, I say.