1. If you could hear me, I would say that our finger prints don’t fade from the lives we’ve touched.
2. Breathe. Then be so happy that it escapes from your bones and your heart will beat in ways that it didn’t before.
3. I love the person I’ve become because I fought to become her.
4. It feels so good to know that you’re not alone anymore. To be all alone again? A little hard, I guess. There are times when you’re broken into pieces. Don’t even feel like you still exist. Why are we so fragile? Some people just continue to stay with what hurts them the most. At the end of the day, I guess no-one wants to feel empty inside. Maybe, that’s why some people find moving on is so hard to do. Something that has hurt you once will hurt you again. Haven’t we learned anything?
5. You are proof that God is an artist. He took you and took your sin. He made you clean, washed white with blood. You became a canvas for Him to paint images of grace and glory upon. you became a blank page for Him to write sonnets of peace and love, and He named you worthy. You became a stone slab which God is now chipping away at, creating in you a new heart and shaping you into who you were always meant to be: His child. God is an artist.
6. I want my heart and my passions to be the most beautiful things about me.
7. Two things you will learn in life: one, that the sound of someone else’s heartbeat next to your own is like putting a shell to your ear and hearing the ocean’s roar and echo inside of it. And two, the best kind of naked is when you’ve undressed, not for sex, but understanding- when the person in the same room watches you remove your jeans or your t-shirt, and they don’t want to see the skin underneath, they want to see your soul.
8. I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
9. The world is heavy, but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 pounds. Ounce for ounce, they are stronger than steel. Atom for atom, you are more precious than diamonds, and stars have died so that you may live. You need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless.
10. Sometimes, you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there, thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly, you just don’t feel lat home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. there used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you feel are foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again, but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much as a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
11. The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be ignited.
12. There are so many fragile things, after all. People break easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
13. We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl against a wall is romance. Sex is easy. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden, they find themselves holding hands and they don’t know how that happened.
14. I can’t say that I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t. And I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not. And I know that I will. But I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really do care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean.
15. One of the saddest things in the world is when two people, who at one time, knew everything about one another, act like strangers.
16. We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.
17. Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.
18. One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” ( I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil- lighthouse of your universe- as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.“
19. What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
20. When you love someone, there’s a pattern for the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed; a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It’s a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It’s just the way you’ve learned to fit.