Strange, how we often hate the ones who save us and love the ones that are like poison.

My heart had been touched by him, battered by him, cradled by him as the days passed. He was cruel without meaning to be yet he was kind, and I needed him too much to let myself want him

And I decided I'd rather love too much than not at all.

But that’s life right? It’s just a shitty hand of cards. But then maybe somebody pulls out an Ace, and somebody else gets a four, or a ten. It’s all in the draw and how you play it.

Innovation needs preparation, collaboration and the light of the soul. Every challenge provides that light - a greater depth of understanding about life and truth.

What you focus on expands. So focus on what you want, not what you do not want.

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

You write in order to change the world ... if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.

It certainly wasn't taught in school beyond the idea of "girls can do anything that boys can do" - I understood that kind of pop culture feminism. I did not understand anything else about feminism.

It is human to search for the theory of everything and it is superhuman to find it.

Pretending to be 'normal' is a lot harder than you think.

The observer of beauty always receives a passion to share the beauty with others.

To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

Sometimes our best is simply not enough.... We have to do what is required.