"Understanding people is like trying to read a book. No two people can interpret it the same way.

It's as if our brains leave unique barcodes, accessible only to our own thoughts. And no one else has the power to read them as we do. Isn't that sad at times?

You can express yourself to someone only so much before guilt creeps into your gut—the guilt of feeling unworthy: unworthy of being heard, of their time, of being understood."