No original thought still exists. People are original, each one of them. The same ideas that others had before you are waiting for you to bring them back to life in a new way. The part of who you are that is left behind within these old ideas is what makes them original all over again.

Your whole life and the story of your journey is the landscape picture on the front of the box of a 1,000 piece puzzle. The pieces are each a small sticky note that ends in mid-sentence. You simply need to figure out where each one starts and ends.

We judge others instantly by their clothes, their cars, their appearance, their race, their education, their social status. The list is endless. What gets me is that most people decide who another person is before they have even spoken to them. What's even worse is that these same people decide who someone else is, and don't even know who they are themselves.

Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.

You cannot force things apart that are bound at the heart.

The world is not ready for some people when they show up, but that shouldn't stop anyone.

Two wrongs don't make a right, but neither does one. Revenge may seem petty by day, but on some nights she becomes Justice.