That sadness that you do not speak of,that haunts you in the ache of midnight.Give it to me.I want to heal that.

Maybe that's why you demonised them, turned them into monsters,because you think monsters are easierto understand than women who say no to you.

Zeus may have been the God of lightning and of thunder.But it was Herawho invented the rain

Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you.Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than you yourself.

There is nothing convenientabout freedom.It is born from battle criesand war, and blood,and deathand people living for itand dying for itwithout ever getting it.Never let anyonetell you that it was easyfor you to have the fire,the storms, the oceansof strengthto speak your mindthat you have today.

It is easier to be hatedthan to face not being lovedEasier to be angrythan accept sadness

All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order

Love can never die, not completely. There were too many romantics, too many poets, too many places where lovers could meet and kisses could be shared.

Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge. She taught me how to become a good ancestor. At least this - loving her presence, appreciating her wisdom - is something I know how to do well.