I name you today, heart fears. I am small, but you are smaller. You will not stop me. You have a voice, fears, and I must listen, but then I will open my heart. I will love you right to death.

I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.

This is the only advice I offer you. Pick the small thing, and carry it on. Let it change your life.

It is the capacity to feel consuming grief and pain and despair that also allows me to embrace love and joy and beauty with my whole heart. I must let it all in.

I know what it's like to sleep in fear, to starve myself to be worthy, to be ashamed of my voice, to want to sleep forever. To question why I deserve to live.

I've had a lot of therapists, so I've had the opportunity to approach my fear in many different ways. I've faced it head on and sideways and tried to tiptoe up behind it.

The most amazing thing is that all my sorrows, all of my darkest moments, are becoming my gifts.

The shadow is dark and the woods are cold, but they are not endless. No matter how lost you are now, you are not lost forever. You are findable.Love just keeps on looking. Love is forever tries.

Everything we have, everything we are, is a gift. How can we judge and shame ourselves if this is true?

Love lights our darkness. It is forever tries.

I believe God lets us stumble along, slowly finding our way, and giving us chances to pick each other up.

When your bright future, becomes a dull regret of the past, take a deep breath and move on.

The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as fast as she could.

I'm not interested in who am I. I'm interested in what's gone, the disinheritance, what I've been able to become or learn or fuse with or not fuse with. A certain freedom comes... I like it that way.

Science, by itself cannot, supply us with an ethic.

An ancient buddha said, “Mountains are mountains; waters are waters.” These words do not mean mountains are mountains; they mean mountains are mountains.

By being with that individual, we are somehow provided with an impetus to become whole ourselves.

There's probably a bunch of Power Stripe floating through the Def Jam offices right now.

Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.

If I've learned one thing, it's 'don't tell the truth.' Lies keep you together.

Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin' changes