“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”

“I mean you have been disappointed in love, but don’t you know how many things there are to be disappointed in besides love? You are lucky to be still disappointed in love. Later it may be even more terrible.”

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

“Everybody has something that chews them up and, for me, that thing was always loneliness.”

“I know you come home with the same worry that clouds your mind every night. I know you are aching, and breaking, trying to hold onto the little hope that remains. I know you’re lost and confused, the doubt flooding your veins. But my darling, you weren’t born to be sure. You weren’t born to have it all figured out. You weren’t born to fit a mould. You were born to explore, to seek and to find. You are here to love, to hurt, to heal, not to be confined. You are here to create your own life, to not conform to a timeline. You are here to be 18, and dancing under the moonlight, drunk on cheap wine. You are here to be 25, to climb mountains and to swim oceans. You are here to be 40, to wake up rich in love, and be comforted by this through the everyday commotion. And you are here to be 60, to tell your story of a wild life lived. You are here for so much more than a job, a relationship or a degree. You are here to appreciate the wonders of the world and to make memories. You cannot tell me that age is important when the atoms that made you have taken billions of years to form you. So, to Hell with anyone who restricts you with their timelines. You are here, breathe in, and breathe out. You will figure it out and you will be fine.”