“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.

Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

What’s wrong with being number 2?

Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.

Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.

Sometimes, I don’t know what haunts me more – the memories of you, or the happy person I used to be.

Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility.

Your power, undermined, your strength, underrated, your shine, hauntingly bright.

He treated her like a ghost, not wonder her memory haunted him long after she was gone.

Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.