“Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty.”

“If you’re anything like me,You bite your nails,And laugh when you’re nervous.You promise people the world,because that’s what they want from you.You like giving them what they want…But darling, you need to stop,If you’re anything like me,You knock on wood every time you make plans.You cross your fingers, hold your breath,Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashesYour superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck.Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado…If life gets too good now,Darling, it scares you.If you’re anything like me,You never wanted to lock your door,Your secret garden gate or your diary drawerDidn’t want to face the you you don’t know anymoreFor fear she was much better before…But Darling, now you have to.If you’re anything like me,There’s a justice system in your headFor names you’ll never speak again,And you make your ruthless rulings.Each new enemy turns to steelThey become the bars that confine you,In your own little golden prison cell…But Darling, there is where you meet yourself.If you’re anything like meYou’ve grown to hate your prideTo love your thighsAnd no amount of friends at 25Will fill the empty seatsAt the lunch tables of your pastThe teams that picked you last…But Darling, you keep trying.If you’re anything like me,You couldn’t recognize the face of your loveUntil they stripped you of your shiny paintThrew your victory flag awayAnd you saw the ones who wanted you anyway…Darling, later on you will thank your starsfor that frightful day.If you’re anything like me,I’m sorry.But Darling, it’s going to be okay.”

“A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.”

“Our imperfections make us beautiful!”

“It is indisputable that the being whose capacities of enjoyment are low, has the greatest chance of having them fully satisfied; and a highly endowed being will always feel that any happiness which he can look for, as the world is constituted, is imperfect. But he can learn to bear its imperfections, if they are at all bearable; and they will not make him envy the being who is indeed unconscious of the imperfections, but only because he feels not at all the good which those imperfections qualify. It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, is of a different opinion, it is only because they only know their own side of the question.”