Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.

Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.