Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.

please take care of yourself. i know it's hard but you deserve someone who cares about you. one day that will be more than just yourself. i need you to hold on until you make it there. please promise me you'll try.

Is that our final goal and inspiration? A society built on trust, honor and compassion? Why not? What goal could possibly be more worthy?

For everyone strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness, for instead of self-realisation he ends by arriving at complete solitude.

A lover doesn’t discourage your growth. A lover says, "I see who you are today, I cannot wait to see who you become tomorrow."

It was only much later that I began to understand that simply being there is also a form of giving.

Don't cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.

Think what you will, but I think you’re good enough for me.

You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns how to relish the feeling of building a hut in the middle of the suffocating dust.

Dreams worth fighting for don’t die so easily.

Is that our final goal and inspiration? A society built on trust, honor and compassion? Why not? What goal could possibly be more worthy?

You know how you want to just go and stand in a corner sometimes? Gregg's my corner.

So I hope you’ll forgive me this moment of selfishness. And… while I wouldn’t want you to feel obliged… Promise me you’ll take me on your next adventure. A journey. Together. That’s all I ask.

We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are.

philautia self-love and self-compassion; when one loves oneself, their capacity to love others is increased

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

philia love of one’s friends; deep comradery and loyalty

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?

And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.

Do not fear difficulty. Hard ground makes stronger roots.

Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.

Our worlds may not live up to your lofty standards... But they are our worlds! Our homes! Full of life and love and hope!

pragma longstanding love; mature and realistic love between long-established couples; a love of patience, tolerance, and compromise

You do not need another heart to make yours beat, despite popular misconceptions.

When sugar dissolves in tea, it's not lost, is it? Neither will you be.

Purity is a construct meant to shame you. You need not be clean to be good, and damn the hands that tried to dirty you.

So I hope you’ll forgive me this moment of selfishness. And… while I wouldn’t want you to feel obliged… Promise me you’ll take me on your next adventure. A journey. Together. That’s all I ask.

It wasn’t about anything so shallow as physical desire. They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.

You see the world the way you want it to be. I see the world the way it is. You are idealistic to a fault. But I know you would never turn your back on those in need. Never close your eyes to their suffering.

"To change the world, one needs something far more important than callousness." "What is that?" "Love. The only one who can change the world... Is the one who never abandons love, no matter how painful things become, all the way to the end."

I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.

redamancy the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

Your fingers know their way around the ink, but your soul can’t see the colors.

i think ultimately you become whoever would have saved you that time no one did

Stay strong. Keep the faith. At duty’s end, we will meet again. We will. We will…

How could I not? I cannot recall a time I have felt happier and more alive than when I have traveled with you.

ludus playful love; the playful and affectionate love between casual lovers and friends

confelicity delight in someone else's happiness; participation in the joy of others

I used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. For some of us, our best revolt is self preservation.

No, the fact is, I’m nothing like them, and maybe I never will be, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.

You might act all detached from everyone, but deep down, you really do care, don’t you?

No, the fact is, I’m nothing like them, and maybe I never will be, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.

You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.

Being "manly" is convenient wording. Declaring a man should act a certain way denies him of having his own personality.

It is true that all we hold dear is fated to fade away. But that is no reason for us to forsake it!

"Forgive me. I vowed to only cry where prying eyes cannot see the tears in mine." "Yet others need not hide their grief. Is she so different from them?" "No... She is no different at all. She wants exactly what they do: to be with the one she loves."

Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort.

Some people look at sunsets as the end of something beautiful that once was: the day. Others see it as simply a new beginning to a different but equally beautiful thing: the night. Perspective, my darling. It’s always perspective.