They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

She looked up, over the bandage that was nestled under her chin, and saw that the big-belly man with the red beard was starting at her, shaking his head. He looked like he was crying. 'I got ya this time,' he whispered, as if to himself. 'This time, I got ya.

Religion is for people who are scared to go to hell. Spirituality is for people who have already been there.

It's making me so sad that you are unreachable. My desire for your touch, and your lips. It's breaking me inside. I'm so scared you are the only one I will ever love. I'm so scared because I know there is no other you.

The biblical stories are the greatest sacred-inspirations.

I'm trapped behind a wall of fear and fear itself.

The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?

September 11… I will never forget feeling scared and vulnerable… I will never forget feeling the deep sad loss of so many lives… I will never forget the smell of the smoke that reached across the water and delivered a deep feeling of doom into my gut… I will never forget feeling the boosted sense of unity and pride… I will never forget seeing the courageous actions of so many men and women… I will never forget seeing people of all backgrounds working together in community… I will never forget seeing what hate can destroy… I will never forget seeing what love can heal….

I think that it is infinitely wiser to accept the fact that we’re afraid, for in accepting our fear we are in no way granting it the power to crush us. Rather we are finally empowering ourselves sufficiently so that we can crush it.

Keesha looked at me for a long time. 'I did leave you alone. We all did. But you didn't get better. You didn't stop. You're still doin' all your weird shit. And I think it's time to stop.'You think it's time to stop!' I exploded, and lunged at her with my hands outstretched. I pushed her real hard. She almost fell down. 'I don't care what time you think it is!' I screamed. 'Do you think I want to do this! Do you think I like it?'You pushed me!'Yeah. So what?'You're so afraid of being interrupted that you pushed me!'I'm not scared of being interrupted, you jerk! I'm . . . I'm scared . . . I'm scared of being.' I crumpled into a ball and sat down where I was standing. I sat on a crack. Unevenly.'Who are you anymore, Tara?'Tears spilled over my frozen lashes and disappeared across my cheekbones. I had never felt so defeated. 'I don't know.