I think I've been afraid most of my life to be myself.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

It’s like, you know, it doesn’t matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it’ll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

And in that foggy place between sleep and waking, he could have been anyone. That was what she liked most about him: In the darkness, he became whomever she wanted.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Readers always seem to think that the author has some control over the design of their books.

In my late teenage years, I developed a real passion for it, and wrote a lot of poetry.

If I'm going to do something, I do it spectacularly or I don't do it at all.

Lord, save all the elect, and then elect some more.

The best way to persuade is with your ears.

How can I create a better world? The more you reflect, the more your life will move into the answer.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

He is also a victim of some injustice; he usually tries to be alone, in order to show his pain to others.