Hope was all I needed, and pain was all I found.

You don’t know how little you matter until you’re all alone.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.

I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.

I think a person needs to learn from childhood to find himself alone. It means to not be bored when you’re by yourself, because a person who finds himself bored when alone – as it seems to me – is in danger.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and hurt.

“When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking. Know what I mean?”