Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

If a belief is hurting you

Eating healthy is not so much about what you eat, but what you don’t eat.

I could’ve gone on and on but the truth was all that mattered. “My brother died because someone was jealous.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

I'm very romantic.

The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.

Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.

I have always thought that if I could turn back the pages of history and photograph one man, my choice would be Moses.

I find writing songs hard, because it does not come naturally to me. I never set out to be a songwriter or a singer.

I feel as if God had, by giving the Sabbath, given fifty-two springs in every year.