they will believe anything if it is neatly wrapped in an expensive bouquet of flattery.

But it didn’t break me. Nothing can break me unless I let it.

You know what? Certain people think they will feel good if certain things happen. The trick is: you have to feel good for no reason.

People don’t change if you plead them to, And they don’t change if you bully them into. They definitely don’t change if you make them promise they would. People only change if they feel like they need to. They only change if they want to for themselves.

Don’t wait for something big to occur. Start where you are, with what you have, and that will always lead you into something greater.

Life has a funny way of working out just when you start to believe it never will.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

there is two types of tired, I suppose one is a dire need of sleep the other is a dire need of peace

Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.

I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

The human being cannot live in a condition of emptiness for very long: if he is not growing toward something, he does not merely stagnate; the pent-up potentialities turn into morbidity and despair, and eventually into destructive activities.

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.