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Our passions are, in truth, like the phoenix. When the old one burns away, the new one rises out of its ashes at once.
People are icebergs, with just a bit you can see and loads you can’t.
I was a battleground of fear and curiosity.
Live like nature. Explode slowly, day by day, from the center outwards. You won’t notice how brightly you burn or how big you’ve grown until you look back. And then you will be amazed.
I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
A book is simply the container of an idea like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.
Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
I was hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
I am not a book that can be read, but rather an unending series of novels.
Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.
Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.
People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.
Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.
People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky.
Our deeply unequal society is not the result of a bunch of bad guys. We don't have a President Snow. Or, we do have a President Snow, but he's not a person. The thing that causes inequality isn't some corrupt politician, it's not a bunch of psychopathic CEOs. Inequality is caused by human nature, ps…
You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a litter harder than before. You were my bridge.