When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.
No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.
I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.
There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.
An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.
Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.