Words worth keeping

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

If you're looking for sympathy you'll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

Life is too short to waste your time on people who don’t respect, appreciate, and value you.

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.""Why?" Isabelle said."So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.