“Time is a cruel thing. You can have all the time in the world with someone but when it ends it still won’t be enough.”

I don’t know if I will ever love anyone the way I loved you.

The city lights will always lead me back to you.

I sacrificed my sanity to be the girl you wanted.

Nothing is more terrifying than falling in love.

There isn’t enough wine or vodka or tequila in this world to make me forget you.

Maybe it’s time to build bridges instead of walls. I owe myself that much.

How can I teach the world about the power of self love when I am only giving myself half a chance.

I will emerge from this darkness and I will stronger than I was when it fell upon me.

The moon said to me baby, come home. Come back to the night but I said I belong in the daylight.

I don’t know where you are or who you are anymore but I’ll always remember us.

Hold me. Just hold me. And maybe in the morning I’ll be ready to love you.

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.

The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.

Promising too much can be as cruel as caring too little.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.

Cruel people are ever cowards in emergency.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.