i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

The best way to appreciate life is to be grateful.

Anger and bitterness—whatever the cause—only end up hurting us. Turn that anger over to Christ.

No one likes to talk about the positive parts of getting older and aging into orphanhood, how with your parents you often bury a lot of things you were never able to confront or fix or let go of.

Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.

We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.

People won't give their best unless their leader challenges them to do so.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.

It is quite unsettling looking into someone's eyes, especially when you aren't used to it.

People are impressed with me - because I can sleep for just 45 minutes - I'm used to it.