Spending a lifetime hating her is no life at all.

Spending a lifetime hating her is no life att all.

There's no such thing as other people's children.

Who was I before I became who the world told me to be?

What if we let ourselves feel it all? What if we decided that it is strength– to let other people's pain pierce us? What if we stopped our lives and the world for things that are worth stopping for?

Discontent is evidence that your imagination has not given up on you.

Pain is not tragic.Pain is magic. Suffering is tragic. Suffering is what happens when we avoid pain and consequently miss our becoming.

First: I can feel everything and survive. What I thought would kill me, didn't. Every time I said to myself: I can't take this anymore – I was wrong. [...] I learned that I'd never be free from pain but I could be free from the fear of pain, and that was enough. [...] Second: I can use pain to become.

Feeling all your feelings is hard, but that's what they're for. Feelings are for feeling. Even the hard ones.

It's okay to feel all the stuff you're feeling. You're just becoming human again.