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.