The real violence, the violence that I realized was unforgivable, is the violence that we do to ourselves, when we’re too afraid to be who we really are.
I have all these voices in my head, but yours… it’s the only one I can’t live without.
He’s my brother. And not by something as accidental as blood… by something much stronger. By choice.
Love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. Love is just like art. A force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations.
Who can say if it is we who make the choice, or the choice that makes us.
This is what life is. Fear, rage, desire, love. To stop feeling emotions, to stop wanting to feel them is to feel death.
In the end, we’ll all be judged by the courage of our hearts.
Sometimes you make a mistake. You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it.
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It’s not the drugs that make a drug addict, it’s the need to escape reality.
Science is another language we use to talk about the same miracles that faith talks about.
At some point, we all encounter our own parca negra. He is that thing we are afraid of, that thing that stops us from becoming what we know we can become.
Today, I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid to march and for all the people who can’t march, the people living lives like I did. Today, I march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we. And we march with pride.
