I cry to let everything out

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Vulnerability is the curse of the thinking classes.

I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.

Why must one love rarely to love well?

True simplicity is, well, you just keep on going and going until you get to the point where you go... Yeah, well, of course.

Texas Democrats should be more concerned about what President Obama is doing to destroy the party, and the nation, than about what I am doing in going after him for that.

I certainly discourage people getting involved with any group or organization that foster living a homosexual lifestyle.

Only when we have something to value, will we have something to evaluate.. and we cannot value something that we cannot share, exchange, and examine.

Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

Esteem has more engaging charms than friendship, or even love. It captivates hearts better, and never makes ings.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?