"Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep."
"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind."
"In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses."
"What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me?"
"I want to live where soul meets body and let the sun wrap its arms around me. And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing and feel what its like to be new. Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations, so they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here. ..And if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too."
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever."
"You are in my mind. In between red lights and meetings. In between sips of coffee. In between ringing phones."
"I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why."
"Trying to explain your thoughts can sometimes be as difficult as trying to explain colors to a person born blind."
"I know my head isn’t screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them."
"Assumptions are the death of a relationship. If you think you know what’s going on inside someone else’s head, think again. We imagine that love gives us the power to read one another’s mind, when all we are really doing is reading our own. It’s a great self-defense mechanism but no substitute for actual communication. The very best way to know what’s really on someone’s mind is also the riskiest: you have to ask them."
"I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
"I want a trip inside your head, spend the day there, hear the things you haven’t said, see what you see. I wanna hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all? I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out."
"I think we spend too much time wondering why we’re not good enough. We spend too much time over analyzing, over thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down. So much that we don’t ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed; and never get a chance to look up from the group and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day."
"Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?"
