I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

aloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: “What are you thinking?” It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.