Do not stand directly in front of a cannon. . . how true that is.
Love. The great destroyer of worlds.
I am always torn. Between control and chaos; passion and tranquility. Between what's fated and what I want. Part of me longs to take the plunge, to dive off headfirst and let the feeling of control evaporate on the wind. And part of me wants to be in a place where I'd never have to worry about that choice--or any choice. Where peace and calm are the only things I'd feel.
Just because I'm biased doesn't mean it's not true.
I. . . have been in that weird state between dreaming and waking, where dreams could be memories and the real world could be a dream.
When you like someone, you have to allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let them in. Love is messy.
The universe considers me its personal cat toy.
I lost my partner [Anselmo Feleppa] to HIV then it took about three years to grieve; then after that I lost my mother. I felt almost like I was cursed.
I think it was simply word of mouth that made it a New York Timesbestseller for more than 60 weeks, over a year. People being moved and changed and transformed by the book [One Thousand Gifts] and wanting to share that with hurting people all around them.
Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.