“He took everything from me when he put his hands on me.”

Sometimes even strong independent woman need help.

Leaving was the hardest most liberating act of self preservation and self love I did.

My body aches for you and I think it always will.

The toughest decision I ever made was staying alive when life was unbearable.

Loving myself is a skill I am still learning to master.

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

The reason you fear me is why all men do I am a woman your fear is only natural.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me you taught me to hate.

Do your worst but I promise you will regret ever crossing me.

I hate tequila but I’ll drink it straight from the bottle if it means forgetting you.

Behind every great man is no one before him is a goddess and she will not be overshadowed.

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

Magic is what happened when I chose me over you.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

My body knew you weren’t coming back before my mind did.

So many ways to touch someone and all you had to do was look at me.

You really just want to know that somebody loves you for you. Sometimes you feel like an ATM machine with a wig on it.

I really appreciate my performing so much better, as I get older. I don’t take it for granted anymore. I really relish it and love it.

We’re so used to presenting ourselves and getting approval according to our achievements that it’s difficult to be authentic and trust that we’ll be accepted just as we are.

The toughest battle is fighting with the one you are fighting for.

Some women’s love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can’t give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop’s license to receive it.

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

I think I ended up being the scarlet woman partly because of my rather puritannical upbringing and beliefs. I always chose to think I was in love and that love was synonymous with marriage.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing?