And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.
In every end, there is also a beginning.
I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.
Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.
The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
There’s a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
She never utters a sound even when she’s crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn’t seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.
Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.
It’s knowing I’ll never have what she has – a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I’ll always have to wonder whether I’m truly wanted or whether I’ve just been settled for.
Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don’t bother to try to see.
I’m sorry, Gemma. But we can’t live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
We create the illusions we need to go on.
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.
Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
I don’t think you should die until you’re ready. Until you’ve wrung out every last bit of living you can.