For everything about him fitting her fantasy image of what she wanted, she still didn’t feel seen by him…and that made her all the more aware that maybe her fantasy wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Souls aren’t discrete units — or even units at all. They’re more like reflections of consciousness in a fractured mirror.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

There is too much emphasis on being positive, to the detriment of being real.

Some of the pain released, and love filled the cleared space, uniting, magnetizing more self-love to it.

He hasn’t really seen you, not as you want to be seen, but he’s starting to, a little.

Then you shouldn’t be worried about him being with me. You can have him back when I’m done with him.

The chit is semi-animate (half-alive) and the mind is completely physical.

Isn't that the only way to curate a life? To live among things that make you gasp with delight?

The journey of the mind always has longer to travel than the heart because dreams carry weight, while love makes you float.

Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.

I think it's important to always keep professional and surround yourself with good people, work hard, and be nice to everyone.

I remember as a boy when the conversation on civil rights was won in the South. I remember a time when one of my friends made a racist joke and another said, 'Hey man, we don't go for that anymore.'

Frustration begins where knowledge ends

Living Nature, not dull art Shall plan my ways and rule my Heart.

No one can upset you, unless you give them permission.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.