Thinking you’re the worst person in the world is no different than thinking you’re the best. It’s giving yourself a place in the universe you haven’t earned.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

Please come here.. come right on over..
when we collide we’ll see what gets left over
… There is no line that you can’t step right over
Turn a new page, tear the old one out;
I’ll try to see things your way
and I’m gonna love you anyway.