Free Floating Snow Crystal

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

When you’re twenty-one, life is a roadmap. It’s only when you get to be twenty-five or so that you begin to suspect you’ve been looking at the map upside down, and not until you’re forty are you entirely sure. By the time you’re sixty, take it from me, you’re…lost.

You will either step forward into growth, or back into safety.

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

There will be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected. Always pick being respected, that love without respect is always fleeting– but that respect could grow into real, lasting love.

Fall in love, get heart broken, and don’t get over them, not until you’ve created art that lives on longer than the love you had.

Caring about someone deeply is exhausting.

Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.

I think of you so often you have no idea.

But whom could she lean upon? She asked that question of the wild autumn winds.

Did I read because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I started to read?