Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.

Books, I think, are what magic smells like.

There are some great positive quotes out there that I can't quite share as I wonder how a victim in a war torn country could be expected to see from their perspective?

Emotions weren't like washing. There was no call to peg them out for all the world to view.

I read a book lately by Nietzsche and he says religion is just to dull the senses of the people. I agree.

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

All cats old enough to catch thier own prey,gather here under the High Rock for a clan meeting!

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.

We need to remember that education can be both a basis for critical thought and a site for repression, which destroys thinking and leads to violence.

To know anything about oneself one must know all about others.