I live by fallacy. 'If I get enough nice Ikea furniture, I'll be a grown-up.' Then I catch myself. Or, 'If I get off by myself, away from the stress of modern life, I'll be OK.' Then I catch myself.
It sounds as if you'd like to be God.
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
