You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

There is no worse torture than knowing intellectually about love and the way.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.