Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be helpless.

There are two types of humans in this world: those who function so they can get something and those who function so they can give something.

Wars are won from a wink, a gesture, an event that transpired a millennium before the battle. Humanity has always been saved by small acts; the ones where someone gained a piece of their own puzzle, not the ones where a hero stood prodigious on a battlefield.

Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.

Sometimes the best thing about us isn’t what we’re gifted with, but what we can make others feel just by our very nature of existing.

I’m a heartless optimist. This combination could make me lethal, but mostly it has led to a successful hermit lifestyle.