“You believe in magic and so do I, because I believe in you.”

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.

Help isn’t helpful for the unwilling.

I will dance under stars I can not see; and I will hold hands I can not yet reach.

Sometimes anger is a form of passion that isn’t being listened too.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

I believe the Bible is the best gift God has ever given to man. All the good from The Savior of the world is communicated to us through this Book.

We have no right to believe that freedom can be won without struggle.

Believe that a miracle can happen for you.

I believe in life. And I have seen the death parade.

No matter what happens, no matter how far you seem to be away from where you want to be, never stop believing that you will somehow make it.

You start believing in god when the devil finds you.

The only question left to be settled now is: Are women persons? And I hardly believe any of our opponents will have the hardihood to say they are not.

The first part of planning is to believe that you can put that plan into practice.