Calming the Cauldron

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me... when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

they were inventing their own type of relationship, one that wasn’t officially recognized by history or immortalized in poetry or song, but which felt truer and less constraining.

they were inventing their own type of relationship, one that wasn’t officially recognized by history or immortalized in poetry or song, but which felt truer and less constraining.

things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.

It was like walking into the sun, being with you... it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.

Sometimes I want to scream but screaming is not in my nature, so I shut down and sleep for days and days and days until I wake up and feel completely silenced.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together.

You've got the look of a girl who's no stranger to the page. I can tell. You've got words in your soul.

I miss that feeling of connection....knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.

It's funny the decisions you make because you like someone and then your whole life is different. I think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.