And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Find me now. Before someone else does.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.
Learning another language is like becoming another person.
Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.
Listening to the music while stretching her body close to its limit, she was able to attain a mysterious calm. She was simultaneously the torturer and the tortured, the forcer and the forced. This sense of inner-directed self-sufficiency was what she wanted most of all. It gave her deep solace.