“I have never been drawn to luxury. I love the simple things; coffee shops, books, and people who try to understand.”

“When words failed I realized there was something unspeakably beautiful in not being able to put words to your happiness.”

“He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.”

“I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.”

“Love no longer becomes a feeling - it becomes a storm.”

“Therefore, you should fall in love as often as you can. Fall in love with a thing, with a soul, with every person in your life. Fall in love with your very existence. Only then will you know you ha...”

“Meditation did not relieve me of my anxiety so much as flesh it out. It took my anxious response to the world, about which I felt a lot of confusion and shame, and let me understand it more complet...”

“All this wondering was the weather vane on top of the building of unrest and of discontent”

“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.”

“Life is a constant battle of fighting your own fears and not absorbing others. Dont fill the empty spaces of your heart with the fears of others in your life. It is the highly anxious person that w...”

“I'd laugh, only my stupid lizard brain has disabled the laugh button for now. I'm too frozen up with tension.I am owed so much laughter. Sometimes I hope I'm building up a stockpile of missing laug...”

“A disability that is not apparent in the persons appearance is no less intrusive, no less painful, no less disturbing than one that can be spotted across the room. And, yet, many people fail to res...”

“I existed in a world that never is , a prison of the mind.”

“It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was...”

“Sanity is over-rated. It lacks color.”