I Wasn't Like Most Girls.

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

Love Is Never Free ... It Is The Most Expensive Emotion We Have.

Sometimes You Can Learn Things From The Way A Person Denies Something. The Choice Of Lies Can Be Almost As Helpful As The Truth.

Hatred Makes Us All Ugly.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.