We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

My teacher in first grade said that long ago people used to believe all kinds of things, because they didn't know any better. Like you shouldn't take a bath, because it could make you sick. And then someone saw germs under a microscope and started to think differently. You can believe something really hard, and still be wrong. (Faith White)

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it?

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

The ideas choose me, not the other way around.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?