I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

When you’re hurting deeply, you go inward.

i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.

what made you happy once might not make you happy now.