“Things end but greater things begin.”

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.

And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.

She didn’t want the light at the end of the tunnel. She was perfectly at home in the darkness.

And if I lay in the sun a little longer maybe then, I can burn for something other than him.

I just feel kind of lonely in these moments between moments.

I’m sorry I wasn’t up to your standards but I’m not sorry I didn’t downgrade myself to get there.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.

Dear Moon, May I glow as brightly as you do, cradled amongst darkness.

Tell me you like to watch the stars tell me you believe in magic.

Her sadness clung to her like a cloak in the whitest of winters.

My favorite part was finding you without looking.

There is so many things wrong horribly wrong in this world but I know with certainty that you are not one of them.

To have him is to hold the moon and no longer tremble.

There was this ache, to be, to be more than her realities and larger than her dreams.

It happened in littles. A little laugh and a little kiss then slowly, a little love.

The breaking of my heart always did sound like the crack of lightening.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

I was there when God was put on trial. At the end of the trial, they used the word chayav, rather than ‘guilty’. It means ‘He owes us something’. Then we went to pray.

Never give up, no matter what may set you back, and know that at the end of the road, you’re going to have something that you can be proud of.

You should turn around at the end of the day and say I really like that piece of work, or that piece of work sucked. Not, was that popular or wasn’t it popular?

Life was never meant to be safe. It was meant to be lived right to the end.

All through my life what I’ve loved doing is watching movies. I love the escapism of film, I love stories. So it is incredible to be able to be in them as much as I am, to see them from the first stitch in a costume to the end product.

The truth is that male religious leaders have had – and still have – an option to interpret holy teachings either to exalt or subjugate women. They have, for their own selfish ends, overwhelmingly chosen the latter.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.