The key to me is me.

Love can pick a lock; it can open the door of a heart.

Don’t lose the keys — to yourself.

Kindness is a key fob; it is effective even from a distance.

Pain is a locked door; an opioid is a battering ram.

Art is a key; it unlocks an eye.

The key to confusion is stillness.

Insight is a key; it can unlock a mind.

The keys that open doors don’t open windows.

To see is key, but to hear is essential.

We jail ourselves with our thoughts; we throw away the key with our interpretations.

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