I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

A friend once said, and I found to be true, That everyday people, they lie to God too, So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you.

Never grow weary of doing good.

If I know something, I am not a victim. Victims don't know the meaning of their suffering. I am an enemy or a collaborator, not a victim.

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.That's my philosophy. Its a quote from the past. "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

With strong will, you can soar high on eagle’s wings.

The reason they keep it so tight is that no one liked them, so that without each other, actually, they couldn't exist. They support each other. They support their flaws and everything else.

I never ponder counterfactuals.

Genes are rarely about inevitability, especially when it comes to humans, the brain, or behavior. They're about vulnerability, propensities, tendencies.

I have to say that the traditional role is kind of a myth. I think the traditional Mexican woman is a fierce woman.

Prayer is awe, intimacy, struggle-yet, the way to reality.