Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it. ”

People often say that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.  ”

Perfection is the willingness to be imperfect. ”

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart. ”

But in the end it wasn’t up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. ”

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way ”

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up? ”

If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. ”

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. ”

You made me realize what I missed out on, but then I myself realized that it’s never too late. ”