But I knew what it said. That I could be imperfect, but only so much. Human, but only within limits. And honest, to her or to myself, never.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

Have peoples FUNDAMENTAL rights been compromised ?Answers please.

There are moments in life. And, yes, still moments in death.

Advocating through art is known as propaganda. You should look up the name Goebbels.

That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.

She was without any power, because she was without any desire of command over herself.

Religion is a group of scam artists that sell the calming idea that your body is a temple of God, while your mind belongs to them.

The most certain thing you can say about the environment tomorrow is that it probably is going to be just like today, for the most part.

Woman was and is condemned to a system under which the lawful rapes exceed the unlawful ones a million to one.