“My dreams were always of you but every time I closed my eyes you belonged to someone else.”

Words become trapped in your mind if you don’t free them. Write them down, speak them, share.

You have every right to love your solitude. Being alone doesn’t always mean you are lonely.

You are allowed to outgrow someone. If the river parts ways, you can forge your own path to the sea.

There is beauty in the chaos of living

I know life doesn’t play out like the movies. But I want a happy ending with you.

Of all the tragedies on this earth, there is none more tragic than a person who cannot see their worth.

One day you are ordering coffee every morning and the next you can’t even order coffee without thinking about ordering theirs too.

You spend your whole life convincing yourself you are a chapter worth following, and then someone comes along and doesn’t want to read the ending, and suddenly the whole story falls apart.

Some moments have to happen so they may shape you, teach you, undo you, and remake you.

Be kind to yourself, the way you would be to someone you love.

The aches in my arms still surprise me, even years after letting you go.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

I think if you let me, I’d build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.

Then I am reminded that life will continue on, regardless of whether I choose to board the train or stay on the platform.

By existing you are planting softness in soil that has turned hard. There is no need to surrender your existence. You are doing just fine by even existing at all.

I’ve been thinking about our forever, how memories fade but the light in our eyes stays.

Win any way you can as long as you can get away with it.

You may win your heart’s desire, but in the end you’re cheated of it by death.

Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth.

It’s perversion. Don’t you see what it is? It’s not natural. To go to great expense for something you want, that’s natural. To reach out to take it, that’s human, that’s natural.

To us a single act of injustice–cheating in business, exploitation of the poor–is slight; to the prophets, a disaster.

But to get your pleasure from not taking, from cheating yourself deliberately like my brother did today, from not getting, from not taking.

Indeed, the sort of crimes and even the amount of delinquency that fill the prophets of Israel with dismay do not go beyond that which we regard as normal, as typical ingredients of social dynamics.

Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!