And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

The truist indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.

Struggle is less effective than doing nothing.

I try to plant myself where I am and embrace what is there in front of me.

Sound health is the greatest of gifts; contentedness, the greatest of riches; trust, the greatest of qualities.

Cleanse my heart... Give me the ability to rage correctly

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

There have been unions based on gold or silver, but not on fiat money - money tempted to inflate - put out by politically independent entities.

I'm always talking to the writers because I find it so fascinating, how they're able to go to these different levels with the different stories, and have all these layers to peel back.