the world will break your heart a thousand times, but it will also set a sunbeam dancing across your worn old desk. and in that sunbeam you will find the strength to forgive it everything. seek that sunbeam, if you cannot find it, become it.

the sea never keeps its wave. no joy in its calm, no sorrow in its storm. it gives and takes in the same motion, and then forgets both. when it rises, it rises. when it falls, it falls. eternity is repetition without regret; it’s the sea returning to itself.

you felt it too: the pause, the pull, the sense that everything made more sense beside me.

we’ve gone from worshipping gods to worshipping ourselves, and the irony is, we’re far worse deities.

in time, staying becomes its own kind of proof.

you don’t write love; you live it until the words find you.

i looked into your eyes; and never felt such a painful need to love you.

you have that strength, don't you? the one upon which you are betting even against your time on earth. the one for which you've been putting every work off. you know there's a david in you, you know you will kill your goliath. when every bone in you has given up, you still know

the silence after felt heavier than the sound before it.

every generation believes we’re the most tired one yet. in reality, we keep inventing new ways to be exhausted by the same old questions.

love makes poets out of fools, and fools out of everyone else.

beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. but you are life and you are the veil. beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. but you are eternity and you are the mirror. -khalil gibran

doing nothing is only relaxing when you’re supposed to be doing it. otherwise it is exhausting.

rest your cheek on my chest. & let me tell you a story of a love song.

most advice sounds repetitive because we don’t need new truths. we just need the same few ones until we finally live them. the message doesn’t change because we don’t. progress starts when we stop chasing novelty and start practicing the obvious. it's simple, it's just not easy.

and what remains ours in the end except what we fought to become? for nothing stays with us longer than the work that made us.

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some days we want discipline, other days we want someone to tell us it’s fine to fall apart. the strange thing is that both are true, and neither feels satisfying.