“I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.”

I wasn’t running away from you. I was running towards myself.

An empath does not sleep. She listens to the wind and wonders if its crying.

Maybe we needed a storm, to miss the peace a little. Maybe we needed the shadows, to remember our beautiful light.

If you only stand for something until it gets uncomfortable, then you never really stood at all.

You are the only song I know all the words to.

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

Healing and the resentment cannot live in the same body. One must suffocate to let the other survive.

When darkness came, and it did, I learned that I can scream at the top of my lungs without making any sound at all.

The opposite of growing isn’t being saved. Its finding peace.

I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.

I was the storm you could never silence, nor wish away.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

You told me everything would be okay. I wish you had said – you’ll hurt but I’ll hold you.

How tremendously brave to be shattered in a way that makes stained-glass windows from the pain.

I do not regret the mistakes that I’ve made. But the freedom I gave them to haunt me.

Sometimes the weak carry the weak. Not because they have the strength but simply because they know the way.

The things we fear the most have already happened to us.

No matter where you find yourself, comport yourself as if you were a distinguished person.

Life’s too short. If you’re passionate – stand up.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

When you don’t have anything, then you have everything.

If there is no solution to the problem then don’t waste time worrying about it.

The main thing in one’s own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.