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

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

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.

I cause destruction everywhere I go I’m a wildfire gentle is not my nature.

I’m still learning that falling is supposed to be a two way street.

I don’t run with wolves, the wolves run with me.

All I ever wanted was to love myself as much as I love you even when you don’t deserve it.

This love is a game and, darling, the truth is we’ll both lose in the end.

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

It takes a brave man to be a coward in the Red Army.

I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.

I don’t fear what will happen, but you just get ahead of yourself, like, ‘Oh my gosh, I wish it would happen now.’

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

Strong people stand up for themselves. Stronger people stand up for others. The irony is that while sleep sometimes brings nightmares, it’s the reality of my waking hours that can cause me the greater fear.

No country or people who are slaves to dogma and dogmatic mentality can progress.

Sometimes when you love someone like a mother loves her child, that love can turn into fear. It happens to me all the time. I am so afraid that the world will not be kind to my children.

Fear wears so many clever disguises it is virtually impossible to always recognize it. Fear disguises itself as the need to be somewhere else, doing something else, not knowing how to do something or not needing to do something.