Beautiful Minds

Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.

Tears are words that need to be written.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

It is strange being in a crowd where no one knows your face or cares for your purpose.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

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