If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.
Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.
We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.
I think of friendship in terms of love.
Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.
What i want is for what i want to actually matter.