There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.
It’s possible to pretend I’m someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
I changed the world; the world changed me. Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.
I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?
May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it’s nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen’s health. Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
So, now I’ve been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
I’m just saying it’s not all sand castles and ninjas.
There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he’s right.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren’t we all just a little crazy?
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.
To each his own magic.
People aren’t always what you want them to be.
I refuse to let the past find me here.
You’ve influenced the world not because you wanted to hug it and cuddle it and call it sweet thing, but because one day you wanted to beat the crap out of somebody but you didn’t. You made a painting instead.
We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Corrupt my brother, will you? I’ll see you in hell first, sir.
We’re all damaged somehow.“-A Great and Terrible Beauty.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die.” He winks. “But not without one hell of a fight.