Be Inspired

Kiss me tell me all those lies like when you miss me

“Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.”

“What was life asking of me? How could I respond when I didn’t know the question?”

"We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning."

"The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave."

On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.

Happiness is always there. You just have to choose to see it. There's no point dwelling in the dark and ignoring the light of the stars.

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Happiness and sanity are an impossible combination.

The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel. 

The ones that love us least, are the ones we’ll die to please.

Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when the storm comes.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.