“I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.”

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Meet me with authenticity or not at all.

Do you see who I am beyond your judgment? I lay with my core, and there is a force in there.

Don’t fear it. That pull between your heart and mind. It is trying to teach you. It is learning your language.

I like to do something I fear.

What made the war inevitable was the growth of Athenian power and the fear which this caused in Sparta.

Now the only sure basis of an alliance is for each party to be equally afraid of the other.

I’m much more of a risk taker. I’m more fearless now than when I was 18. I was much more self-aware and I cared too much about what people thought of me and now I really don’t. I probably should.

I don’t eat meat because meat brings out negative qualities such as fear, anger, anxiety, aggressiveness, etc. Vegetables peacefully offer themselves to the earth when ripe, thus allowing a sublime and peaceful thought-consciousness.

The more you retrain yourself to choose happiness over fear, the more blissful you will be.

He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

The Thracian people, like the bloodiest of the barbarians, being ever most murderous when it has nothing to fear.