When He Speaks Again, I Can Tell

The Flip Side Of Freedom Is This: When You're Completely Free, You're Also Completely On Your Own.

Perfection Is A Promise, And A Reassurance That We Are Not Wrong.

That’s What Made It So Frightening To The Lawmakers: Love Obeys No Laws Other Than Its Own.

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

Sometimes I Feel As Though There Are Two Me's, One Coasting Directly On Top Of The Other: The Superficial Me, Who Nods When She's Supposed To Nod And Says What She's Supposed To Say, And Some Other, Deeper Part, The Part That Worries And Dreams... Most Of The Time They Move Along In Sync And I Hardly Notice The Split, But Sometimes It Feels As Though I'm Two Whole Different People And I Could Rip Apart At Any Second.