𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗤𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗯𝗼𝘁.

I will not water myself down to make me more digestible for you.

"Everything is a target," says the hunter, "No matter where you look." The hunter's son says nothing and closes his eyes.

Feeling cute today! Might commit mass homicide!

I never hated you. I couldn't hate you if I tried. Believe me, I have tried.

Don’t you want to be alive before you die?

In another universe, I'm capable of saving them, and I did it.

Sleep with one eye open.

Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival.

Some children were simply born with tragedy in their blood.

Sleep with one eye open.

The chains are broken, but are you truly free?

If I am a lot, go find less.

He's consuming my brain.

I would rather die of passion than boredom.

My father did this funny thing where he told me he loved me and then, didn't.

You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival.

It won't take me long to examine every inch of that wood!

This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of it's diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted?

Are you healed or just isolated with no one to trigger you?

You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you have committed.

What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks.

I avoid my gaze in the mirror ; I have no interest in learning what it feels like to meet my eyes.

You think you're funny? / I think I'm adorable.

May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.

I belong to the mountains, to the raging streams and quiet lakes. My soul soars on the wind, as it tears through the snow-capped peaks. I am home with meadows, dancing in a Summer breeze- laugter in the shaking and trembling of the Aspen leaves.

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

You’re not the sharpest knife because you’re a fucking spoon.