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"I need a reason to love you," she said. "I need a reason to love you because that's the reason I don't"

Never gild a goose that ain't God's

No, you don’t want things to change; you want things to have changed, there's a difference.

I didn't lose hope; it wasn't a choice. It left me like everything else.

Fate is aftermath. Destiny is potential.

You may have raised me from the dead but you did not raise me. I taught myself to live and with great difficulty, taught myself to love.

The Shared Sword of Two Ghosts.

I am the product of my past memories and future endeavors; I have been through hell and I dream big.

My death will just be something that happens, no tragedy, no heroism, just death.

Nay, we are man. we bend to no will but our own, except whoever drew the hopscotch on the sidewalk.

One man suffered so much we accepted it as part of the human condition.

Aye, are we no different from the devils that want us dead when we slay them?

New relations are enchanting; they don’t know your grief yet so it’s easy to pretend the pain doesn’t exist. but it does. and they will. and progress towards healing will resume until you pause it again.

Every day I construct a larger foundation to hold my pain and grief. Sometimes it’s not quite enough. I never really was anyway.

I didn't teach myself everything I let everything be my teacher

I can no longer tell the difference between living and dying.

I do not want success. I want to know its value.

If this is what my life must be to find true peace and love, there is not a future with such you can offer that I would willingly accept.

You can raise yourself in as much innocence as possible; something will still seek to hurt you.