One is never wounded by the love one gives, only by the love one expects.
Real dishes break. That’s how you know they’re real.
I don’t want to be the one who says life is beautiful. I want to be the one who feels it.
To hate everything is to be wounded by everything.
When a thing becomes indispensable it’s time to give it up.
Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone.
Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.
The rain that falls wherever it pleases. I want to be that rain.
A mask can hide you from others, but not from yourself.
In my travels I found no answers, only wonders.
Some thoughts are too angry to sleep. They lie awake all night and become obsessions.
Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.
A few names have survived oblivion. In time, oblivion will have them all.