We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

Live free or die.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

I’d rather be miserable loving you than happy with anyone else.

You shall create beauty not to excite the sensesbut to give sustenance to the soul.

Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity.

True communication depends upon our being straightforward with one another... But the best way to communicate may be just to sit without saying anything.

if I fall, I will fall five-feet four-inches forward in the fight for freedom.

It is very difficult also to sacrifice one's suffering. A man will renounce any pleasures you like but he will not give up his suffering.

Most of us are about as eager to change as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

The world is the work of a single thought, expressed in a thousand different ways.

Nonviolence is the rock on which the whole structure of non-co-operation is built.

We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.