To gather up my little gods and go.

It was not meant / to last forever in the real world. / But why admit that, when you can go on / doing what you always do, / mourning and laying blame, / always the two together.

The universe doesn’t need us to be someone we aren’t. The universe needs us to be who we can be.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

Be a voice, not an echo.

You never, ever, ever, get over some things. And time doesn’t heal them. You just learn to manage them. But they’re always there.

I know it’s impossible to explain this to you. I carry this terrible aching hell in my heart.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think.

Stop hating yourself for everything you aren’t. Start loving yourself for everything you are.