When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Life is choices, and they are relentless. No sooner have you made one choice than another is upon you.

Basically, to lead without a title is to derive your power within the organisation not from your position but from your competence, effectiveness, relationships, excellence, innovation and ethics.

It doesn't take many observations to think you've spotted a trend, and it's probably not a trend at all.

Gnostic politics is self-defeating in so far as its disregard for the structure of reality leads to continuous warfare.

Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight.

To empathize means to share, to experience the feelings of another person.

By dislaiming the idea of a next life, we can take more excitement in this one!

Poetry has roots, and sometimes they are aerial. Sometimes they are buried.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

Speculation is the romance of trade, and casts contempt upon on all its sober realities. It renders the stock-jobber a magician, and the exchange a region of enchantment.