We must look at ourselves as a beautiful garden that needs to be watered, that needs days with sun or days with rain, that needs some seeds to grow fruits or flowers and most of all, time to grow a little bit everyday. We must take care of it, as if it were not of us. Because we care most for those things that aren’t part, at all, of us.
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren’t good or bad, they’re just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.
He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never again happen in just this way no matter how long he lived.
As simple as it sounds, I think understanding who you are–and who you are not–is not the most important thing of all Important Things.
Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.