No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.

You do it how you can do it, so long as it's getting done, you're okay.

Active listening is key to all healthy and effective communication, however, it doesn't necessarily come easily.

Gray hair is God's graffiti.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Prison's a walk in the park compared with being sectioned, mate, it really is.

We like other people to show themselves to us as they really are.

Terror acts powerfully upon the body, through the medium of the mind, and should be employed in the cure of madness.

To err and not reform, this may indeed be called error.

always either on a peak of happiness or drowning in black waters of despair they loved or they loathed, they lived in a world of superlatives

The one thing that I have done really well in my life is be a father.

I think in any writing you're paying attention to detail.