Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything 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.

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

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth's hips and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills will leave us like a love letter in a landfill. But whatever, however, whenever this ends I want you to know that right now, I love you forever.