Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

Leaving yourself behind is the worst loss a person can know.

There was something comforting about believing in things that didn’t exist.

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.

Because nothing was sacred. Not in this world. Not in stones. Not in trees. Not in legacies. Certainly not in love.

Carelessness was once something to be owned. They wore it around their necks as they joined the springtime breeze while ducking in and out of the forest believing their fairy tale.

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.

You cannot do what's important now for you if your mind cannot accept what is happening in this present moment.

Just Echo.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

Bodies and minds need breaks or the work suffers, this has been proven and reproven to the point where we don't even need to post links to support it.

If you run around with 9 losers pretty soon you'll be the 10th loser.

Men crowd into honorable careers without other vocation than their vanity, or at best their love of fame.

Drive will take you much farther than talent ever could.

[Internet] is kind of like a hammer. The technology itself doesn't determine how its used. It depends on the social, cultural and economic context in which the technology is made available.

We have seen that our vigour, our strength, nay, our national life is in our religion.