Only at death, our soul breathes. (L’ me ne respire qu’à notre mort)

Better learn not to talk to me. You shake the tree, a leopard’s gonna fall out.

When you see me I see you.

My faith helps me understand that circumstances don’t dictate my happiness, my inner peace.

You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.

I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats―their autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery...

I can see only three planets in the entire universe, namely Heaven, Earth and Me! Heaven shines its glory on Earth and the rays keep falling on Me! I have a call!

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...

I forgive you, only if you promise to be happy in whatever you do.

Almost lost you,” he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. “Been through too much, me and you. We’re going to finish this thing together.

It is hard to be true to yourself because it is hard to be yourself.

I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.

If we take memetics seriously then the ‘me’ that could do the choosing is itself a memetic construct: a fluid and ever-changing group of memes installed in a complicated meme machine.

I am my own creation. I create my own stars – and reach them.

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share that sense...

Jesus is the perfect name!He who put away his fame!And persecuted in shame!That you will never be the same!It’s because of you and I He came!Believe him or have yourself to blame!In the book of...

me … no me .. gone is gone , and i’m gone .. alone is alone .. it’s so bad to feel alone , but i’m alone .. me , no more .. no more...

I am… me. No matter what I say or do, I’m still me. That ‘s what Satozuki told me once. The things I feel, the things I do… Being a vampire, Being a man, being...

Devil does not buy our empty soul. He waits for us to selling off that. (Diable n’achète notre me vide. – Il attend qu’on la solde.)

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white...

I have always swung back and forth between alienation and relatedness. As a child, I would run away from the beatings, from the obscene words, and always knew that if I could run far enough,...

I hear my silence talked of in every lane;The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.

if I am her life, she is my peace .

Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream, nobody is too old for cartoons, bald men are sexy, chocolate is the best medicine, BIG books are better, cats secretly rule the planet, and everything should be...

Don’t tell me that I can’t do it. Go and tell God that story. After all, He is the one who gave me the air to breath and be able to do it well! Go!

But now the other half of “us” was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I’d be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be…Oh my God. I’m twenty-eight.I’m old.

pain is like the cold. do not give it your attention. but unlike the cold do not deny being in pain

I wish I knew what I looked like in other peoples eyes.

And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think. So who is “me”?

Credo di sembrare un tipo normale, forse persino simpatico, anche se mi hanno consigliato di apparire il più normale possibile, e di non provare nemmeno a fare quella che a me parrebbe un’espressione simpatica o...

silence between two words is an endless road.

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

When I prepare, then I become pregnant… and then I produce. When I produce, then I praise the Lord… and then I become prosperous and then the cycle repeats!

Everybody is living for a purpose, you might turn out to be significant or insignificant depending on the kind of message you are feeding the world with.

Not like the me was some tough somebody, or somebody she had put together for show. But like, like somebody she favored and could count on. A secret somebody you didn’t have to feel sorry...

The soul is like pollen: we remember it. (L’ me est comme le pollen : – Elle fait souvenir d’elle.)

I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he’s wrong. Than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.

Want to know who I am?Your responses indicate that you have a normal desire to share yourself with others. However, this need is not being adequately fulfilled at present.As a result, you unconsciously attempt to...

I saw many people who begun their marathon races lately, but they eventually came up as top winners. I believe that your “lateness” does not account for your “lastness”. It’s not too late for you...

why she loves me I can get ,why I am not living without her–that’s wonder .

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

But if it is true that human minds are themselves to a very great degree the creations of memes, then we cannot sustain the polarity of vision we considered earlier; it cannot be “memes versus...

In the holy solipsism of the youngNow I can’t walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck— it rises.

MISS YOU WILL MISS ME IF YOU, MISS UNDERSTAND ME

It’s not that I mind being alone, not really. I can distract myself with silly fantasies and daydreams for hours, but in the end it always comes back to me. That’s what I’m left with:...

Women need a reason to have sex, while men just need an angle