The next time that something seemingly bad happens to you, look for the divine in it. Look for the soul in the mundane, every day occurrences of your life. Look for the spark, look for the light.

What's the point of living if you don't feel alive?

Every person in the world has to figure out what the right place for them is. It’s okay to be afraid, as long as you don’t allow the fear to take over your life.

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.

In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.

Allow yourself to let go, surrender, and breathe in the beautiful world that is waiting for you just outside of your comfort zone.

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

There is no pain like the pain of transformation.

Wear a smile and have friends wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

You can't dwell on what happened. You can't live even a moment stewing in bitterness.

The more failure you can accept, the greater your chance of success.

Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.

I'm a really humble person and I'm a really on-the-go person. For me, it's never that serious.

When I choose material for an album all these songs I grew up with pour into my head.

It is not about the pasture of the sheep, but about their wool. [Lat., Non est de pastu ovium quaestio, sed de lana.]

Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.