❝I’m indecisive because I see eight sides to everything.❞
❝I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.❞
When you walk through a forest that has not been tamed and interfered with by man, you will see not only abundant life all around you, but you will also encounter fallen trees and decaying trunks, rotting leaves and decomposing matter at every step. Wherever you look, you will find death as well as life.
Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work. Molecules are rearranging themselves. So death isn’t to be found anywhere. There is only the metamorphosis of life forms. What can you learn from this?
Death is not the opposite of life. Life has no opposite. The opposite of death is birth. Life is eternal.
❝It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.❞
❝I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.❞
❝You don’t ever have to feel guilty about doing things that make you feel happy and empowered. It doesn’t matter how silly or seemingly insignificant it is. It doesn’t matter whether people disapprove or misunderstand. It doesn’t matter how good you are, and it doesn’t matter how much time it takes. If something soothes your soul and makes living more manageable and meaningful to you, it’s important and worth pursuing. You don’t need anyone’s permission or approval to do things that make you come alive.❞
❝He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.❞
❝I closed my eyes and let out a scream so loud it took every ounce of strength I had. But it never left my body. It reverberated soundlessly inside, tearing through me, shutting down my heart. Everything inside my head turned white for a moment as the scream penetrated my every cell. Something inside me died. Something melted away, leaving only a shuddering vacuum. An explosive flash incinerated everything my existence depended on.❞
❝It’s hard to think about growing up when you’re right in the middle of doing it. It’s hard to know what you want. Sometimes there are so many voices in your head it’s difficult to know which one of them is yours.❞
❝Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.❞