We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.
Tell me a way you think this can work." "We'll find a way," I tell her. "That's not an answer. It's a hope." "Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers.
I will be the one to leave you.
Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?
love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.
I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.