“Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.

I love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

It will never be like the way it always was.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

We’re told that to be successful girls, we have to be small and quiet. Yet to be successful humans, we have to become big and have a voice. There’s an inherent contradiction.

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace and the norms and notions of what just is, isn’t always justice.

Now I’m more behaved, I think it’s age, you get older, more responsible, more quiet. But if I would want to dye my hair, for example red or blue, be sure that I’ll dye it!

The person who runs away exposes himself to that very danger more than a person who sits quietly.

Silence. All human unhappiness comes from not knowing how to stay quietly in a room.

In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will of God.

I’m full of fears and I do my best to avoid difficulties and any kind of complications. I like everything around me to be clear as crystal and completely calm.