It is a decision that compassion is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.

The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.

If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated.

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.

Don't let yourself become so concerned with raising a good kid that you forget you already have one.

I think when your heart hurts this much it means you opened it wide once- and that is something to be proud of.

You are not a mess. You are a feely person in a messy world.

A good day is a good day. A bad day is a good story.

I think that sometimes quitting is exactly the right thing to do. Quitting something that's not working requires self-awareness and courage.

I was what they call a 'highly functional addict.' ... sometimes people who need help look nothing like people who need help.

We, the people with special powers use our abilities for peace. That's the mission that was given to us by the World.

When you travel, appreciate the culture of the people in the land.

The rich kept you waiting so you could feel free to admire all that they had.

I live quietly at home among my family and friends.

Strategically important points should be overprotected. If the pieces are so engaged, they get their regard in the fact that they will then find themselves well posted in every respect.

The horse-laugh indicates brutality of character.

I watch Pretty Little Liars with my best friend Telly. We go to each other's houses when it airs and we watch it.

Love is verily the heart of all religions.

There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.