Ain’t right for a person to be lonely.

Like sands through the hourglass, everything we fight so desperately to protect slips through our fingers… and what remains… what remains… Is us. Only us, and the memory of our sin.

Belittle us all you like, but we will rise again and again, and give the lie to your insults through word and deed.

All things have a right to grow. The blossom is brother to the weed.

There is no future for those bound to the past.

The universe is cold, and cruel, and violent—but only if you choose to look at it that way. For every act of aggression there are a thousand acts of kindness. For every hateful word, a million declarations of love. The good always outweighs the bad.

To transform the world, to recreate it afresh, men must turn into another path psychologically. Until you have become really, in actual fact, a brother to everyone, brotherhood will not come to pass.

When he speaks at last, his voice is weary, and defeated. He doesn’t know how to be angry with me, either.

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

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.

That you committed a terrible sin, I do not dispute. But if you feel remorse, you may yet make amends. We offer you that chance. Take it, or you will forever remain a prisoner, not of these cruel shackles, but of your own guilt.

i'm literally immobilized by fear and anxiety. i have no clue what i want, yet i'm mad at myself for not moving fast enough. like towards what? for who? what would happen if i was just content but no one knew and i told no one? would that still count? i think it would.

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

But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.

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

Your words say "no", but your expression betrays an irrepressible desire to lend a hand.

Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being.

I would remain with you all. 'Til the very end.

Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

All part of my tragic-ass back story.

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.

Our tribe had lost sight of who we were. In seeking ever more strength, we allowed ourselves to fall victim to that which we had long scorned in others as weakness. Instead of learning to harden our wills with resolve, we steeled them with anger— and therein lay our folly.

Y'know, it's hard to ask someone about their pain, but it's just as hard to share your own with someone else. I appreciate you opening up to me, and I swear I'll make things right.

it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together.

All things have a right to grow. The blossom is brother to the weed.

"When something gets broken, it can be fixed," he stretched out his arm again. "Good as new." "Maybe not good as new," I said. "but good anyway."

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.

I love you. I’m glad I exist.

It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

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

Oh, I doubt I ever will. But as my friends have kindly reminded me, I have come this far, and that must count for something.

Unlock the glass cabinet. Dust off the longing. There’s good there, buried deeply. The words never lost their meaning.

Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen… I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you…

We all rely on other people. It’s hard to keep going without someone loving you, supporting you, pushing you onward.

We aspire to an ideal, you and I. That makes us more than mere comrades-in-arms.

nothing is real go let love destroy you

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

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

"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."

The rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. But you are not here to see it.

Never leave a wrong to ripen into evil or sorrow.

Don't forget that what you see isn't all there is.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.

There is no future for those bound to the past.

Your whole life has been one of regret, but it can end better than it began.

Act with wisdom, but act.

I won’t pretend that we have anything even approaching such a powerful connection, but I would like to think that if you were in mortal peril that I would fly to your side without hesitation…

Would that I could join you... but this moment will have to be enough.

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