Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.

If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.

After you get stung, you can't get unstung no matter how much you whine about it.

The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?

Sunset is the saddest light there is.

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love.

When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind.

I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

Actually, you can be bad at something...but if you love doing it, that will be enough. - August Boatwright

History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in the heart our own.

You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...

You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside

If you must err, do so on the side of audacity.

To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.

Honeybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require it's social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.

We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.

People in general would rather die than forgive. It's that hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.

Women made the best beekeepers 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

There's no pain on earth that doesn't crave a benevolent witness.

My mother's life was way too heavy for me.

I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself; I caused a brilliant wreckage. Some say I fell from grace; they’re being kind. I didn’t fall – I dove.