My name is Leah, and I will do anything to keep my husband.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

One is a choice, and one is not.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

‎Books admitted me to their world open-handedly, as people for their most part, did not. The life I lived in books was one of ease and freedom, worldly wisdom, glitter, dash and style.

Poetry can tell us about what's going on in our lives - not only our personal but our social and political lives.

I've been a lucky boy.

When people have good energy, I feel it. And generally I feel that people do like me. And that makes me very happy.

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.

There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.

All our handling of the child will bear fruit, not only at the moment, but in the adult they are destined to become.

Don't let go too soon, but don't hold on too long.

The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night.