“Love is like a rubber band, Both pull on, one release And it hurts the person who has held it.”

I like being misunderstood.

I think positively, you can’t harm me mentally, not physically, not spiritually, you’ll never get rid of me.

I don’t like to stop. I believe when you stop, you die.

I’m an addict, I’m addicted to success. Thankfully, there’s no rehab for success.

Never apologize for what you feel. It’s like being sorry for being real.

Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex, cause you don’t want that late text, that ‘I think I’m late’ text.

The more time you spend contemplating what you should have done. You lose valuable time planning what you can and will do.

I think about more than I forget, but I don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat.

I can change your life, make it so new. Make you never want to go back to the old you.

Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. All for one person.

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind.

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

You could love me or hate me I swear it won’t make me or break me. I’m goin where ever the money takes me.

Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her.

Her life is deep, but I still dig her.

I mean it’s ridiculous. People just walk up and grab you and hold you, because they love Chewbacca so much.

Simply put, you can read a story in a single sitting and hold it all in your mind. You can experience all of its rhythms, beginning to end, during that span. Consequently it has, I think, greater emotional power than a novel because of this real-time effect. Stories can stun you.

O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.

If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.

I can’t remember all the times I’ve tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass

I can’t wait to have kids; I just can’t wait to hold a baby in my arms.

Everything that’s coming into your life, you are attracting into your life. And it’s attracted to you by virtue of the images you’re holding in your mind. It’s what you’re thinking. Whatever is going on in your mind you are attracting to you!

I have said more than once, that I hold space to be something purely relative, as time; an order of coexistences, as time is an order of successions.