I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
We want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward. Have you seen someone fall in love with his own shadow? That’s what we’ve done.
Leave partial loves and find one that’s whole.
Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
― Stephen King, The Body 1982
Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.
I wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.
The problem with patience and discipline is that it requires both of them to develop each of them.
You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.