How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing