“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The quiet sense of something lost.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

You are whole and complete all on your own everything you need is within you peel away the layers come home.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

No matter how hard these waves crash they will not break me.