Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

The ‘one’ who does no ‘egoism’, the worldly life ends for him!

The words you speak reveal the heart you have.

Accept your dark side, understanding it will help you to move with the light. Knowing both sides of our souls, helps us all to move forward in life and to understand that, perfection doesn't exist.

Your oddity is your hottest commodity but you scratch yourself like it's the lottery to reject yourself mentally, spiritually & bodily.

As a poet and a teacher, I read all the time. I know I read slowly. I like reading, but I don't read any more than I have to.

Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared

When all you can feel are the shadows, turn your face towards the sun.

First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.

When you consider yourself valuable you will take care of yourself in all ways that are necessary.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.