paradoxical vanity

It’s make-believe. Wishful thinking, I know I shouldn’t do it: I should face reality. But reality has too much darkness in it.Too many crows.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

At first glance, she’d appear quiet and reserved like a solitary bird, and as fragile as a wing bone. But if you took a moment, if you looked deeper, you would see she was so much buried light — only waiting for somebody unafraid to get their hands dirty, to come along and unearth her.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

We humans have a limited patience for reality.

When the eyes are tired, we cannot see. When the mind is tired, we cannot think. But when the heart is tired, we cannot anything.

Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.

Sometimes I just go to a dark place. It happens. And I really love how you don’t try and change me. You just sit down next to me and hold my hand, quietly, in the dark.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

I didn’t see her love. I felt it as plainly as the sun.

He says my name the way a wolf howls at the moon, with a raw understanding. A deep respect for what it means when I turn my head.

And I fell for you, like raindrops.

How I simply long for your footprints beside mine, as we leave them through each and every lifetime…

Trust the overthinker who tells you they love you. They have, most assuredly, thought of every reason not to.