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The Height Of A Mountain

They will say, if you get back up, we will knock you straight back down again.

And you will get up.

And they will knock you straight back down again.

And you will get up.

The Moment After Everything

A tattooed doorframe marks where you grew older and now you are too old to die young and beautiful.

Now you must try to die old and beautiful.

The Flickering Light

"I had trouble sleeping" is just another way of saying you spent the night fighting ghosts in the dark.

The Monsters Are My Friends

I want someone to lean across one day and say, don’t you hate it when everything’s really beautiful and it hurts at the same time, so I can say, yes, I hate it. Then me and them belong to a club, and we are never, ever alone again.

There are clubs, everywhere, that I don’t belong to.

The Millions Ways To Fail

Here's how you fail: You fail with your heart on your sleeve.

You fail like you mean it with every part of you.

You fail attempting the impossible and the ridiculous.

You fail in front of others and you fail and they laugh at you and you fail and you feel nothing and regret less.

You fail sincerely and earnestly and you risk everything at every opportunity.

This is how you fail: You fail beautifully. You fail with grace.

The Saying Of When

When you love like the last good thing.

When you love and forget every important thing you were going to say.

When you love and forget everything.

The Secrets Hidden In Stone

Here is the most beautiful thing in the world: There are people doing great things that they don't know are great yet.

They sit in their bedrooms, not knowing they are writing the most beautiful song you will ever hear. They go to their jobs, hiding great novels somewhere in the depths of their computers. They paint, not knowing how important their picture will be.

They do all this with no promise of any reward or any recognition, and so there are truly great, secret things, everywhere. Waiting to explode.

It is the most beautiful thing in the world.

The Scars Light Leaves

Don't be me. 
I'm already me. 
Be you.

I've had to be me my entire life to write what I write.

You've got an entire lifetime to work out what you will do, with being you.

The Fire Is Where We're All Born

All the most beautiful things are pulled from the ground.

All the most beautiful things are made in a fire.

All the most beautiful things are hit again and again.

All the most beautiful things are shaped with hard hands.

Nothing about you is ugly.

You are made of the most beautiful things.

The Sound Echoes From Room To Room

In sacred halls they'll keep you, and whisper if you listen: Every heart sings a secret song, softly, in your ear.