Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

Maybe I’m still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who’ve wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I’ve packed kindness.

You are not as insignificant as you have often been told, nor are you any more significant than you have often told yourself.

The more a man knows about himself in relation to every kind of experience, the greater his chance of suddenly, one fine morning, realizing who in fact he is.

Don't stay in one place for eight or nine hours.

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked. "Thank you, husband.

There's nothing so similar to one poodle dog as another poodle dog, and that goes for women, too.

All men have a right to remain in a state of nature as long as they please; and in case of intolerable oppression, civil or religious, to leave the society they belong to, and enter into another.

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.