I can be a better me than anyone can.

Friendship is genuine when two friends can enjoy each others company without speaking a word to one another.

I can’t surround myself with people who are hiding their pain beneath swagger and a grin.

People admire my confidence, but they never see me when I’m alone. That’s when I’m the most raw because I’m not trying to sell myself to anybody.

Rudeness, abruptness, gory tales of blood and thunder, and coarse language usually show up the greenhorn or counterfeit, and certainly the ill-bred. “The bravest are the tenderest; the gentlest are the daring.

It is no use to ask God with factitious earnestness for A when our whole mind is in reality filled with the desire for B. We must lay before Him what is in us, not...

The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies...

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.

Polarities of the ‘authentic’ vs. the ‘inauthentic’ are easily discernible in recreational modes. The criteria of authenticity are not necessarily objective but rather have to do with the rules by which the self allows or...

The only unique contribution you can offer the world is to be who you actually are and no one else.

A 21st century poet is a woman who can speak her mind and stand upright like a mountain with her convictions, but can adapt like water in an ever changing season without losing her genuine...

I find no importance in showing others that I am happy; it’s not important to me that they know or think that I am happy but what is important to me is that I am...

The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen...

You aren’t happy,” Estela says.”I can’t be happy,” I say.”Look at me, Kenzie.””I’m looking at you, Estela.””Do you know your own heart?””I don’t know anything.””Go,” she says, “and think. And don’t come back until you...