All we know is what were told.
Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it’s gone.
The only unique contribution you can offer the world is to be who you actually are and no one else.
You cannot force things apart that are bound at the heart.
By judging others, you make yourself easy to judge.
Drugs don’t really fix anything, except for everything.
No original thought still exists. People are original, each one of them. The same ideas that others had before you are waiting for you to bring them back to life in a new way. The part of who you are that is left behind within these old ideas is what makes them original all over again.
I don’t think I’ve ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets.
Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.
No one is fighting for my freedom unless they are doing it on my soil.
The fact of the matter is that you should really stop concerning yourself with writing a book because anyone can write a book that totally sucks. There is nothing special about that.
Your whole life and the story of your journey is the landscape picture on the front of the box of a 1,000 piece puzzle. The pieces are each a small sticky note that ends in mid-sentence. You simply need to figure out where each one starts and ends.
If you love yourself the most at your happiest moments, there is no reason not to be fond of who you are in the dark.
It’s hardly ever that I am hurt by something in only one dimension.
Some people like living in black and white worlds. Let them stay there. Appreciate all the colors you see in your world though.
It may be a man’s world, but men are easily controlled by women.
If you’re going to do something, strive to do it better than anyone else. Do it all the way. If you’re going to half-ass it, why bother?
There is nothing wrong with revenge. The wrong has already been done, or there would be no need to even the score.
You have to believe what you’re saying if you’re going to convince me. I just can’t break that rule, even if I want to.
A selfless act out of even the purest desire to do for others, will be selfish in the satisfaction and happiness it brings to one doing it.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but neither does one. Revenge may seem petty by day, but on some nights she becomes Justice.