Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.
Someone once told me that the finer points of devotion are about the size of a pinhole, and there are millions of them. And if you could connect each dot, then you’ve got a diagram of what you think you thought you knew, and if you’re willing to admit that you know nothing…you have the blueprint for a breakthrough.
You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.
Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.
We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.
She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, I'm gonna bring this one home.
For me, growing up and going to school and not seeing any anti-bullying posters and not hearing people talk about bullying was very desolate.
I make a good living doing what I do.
When something's painful, you just avoid it. Why bother dredging up the past if it's nothing but bad stuff?