His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

Talk to yourself. Tell yourself you are beautiful. Tell yourself you are strong. See all the beauty that you have inside and speak it aloud. Let your mind see yourself in a positive light.

We all have a place within us, that would like to rewrite the way our life was written out for us....That's why people want to become authors.

Any moment which is not captured is loss in events of time.

The future rewards those who press on. I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I don't have time to complain. I'm going to press on.

I'm so protected in my Nickelodeon bubble and 'What I Like About You.' It's all pretty much the same people I've worked with and it was pretty protected.

The seasons change and you change, but the Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad and as full as ever.

It isn't that easy to live according to intuition, yet, it's so totally cool once we can get beyond the other voices and hear our intuition.

The greater the emphasis on perfection, the further it recedes.

I get literally a physical sensation of low self-esteem that is a result of not engaging the world and getting comfortable that way.

The man who believes he can do it is probably right, and so is the man who believes he can't.