I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
You deserve to live. You deserve to be alive.
Hope is a pocket of possibility.I'm holding it in my hand.
Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.
Torture is not torture when there's any hope of relief.
I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.
I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.
On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.
The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
I've come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us week, not our actions.
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it'll be my choice.
I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.
People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.
My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.
My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.
Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.
Fun fact #1 about pomegranates: Pomegranates are awesome.Fun fact #2: Pomegranates are like little explosions of awesome in your mouth.Fun fact #3: A lot of people think you're not supposed to eat the seeds of a pomegranate - but that's not true, people who tell you that are liars, and they don't know anything about life, and they should never be trusted.
Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.
People can think whatever they like. I don't desire their validation.
Hope will break your heart all over again.
I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.
Hope can make people do terrible things.
Time goes on even when we do not.
Why sleep when there are books to read.
I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.
And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.
In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.