“Do we only love the things we lose?”

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.

We are all marks of condensation on polished glass; steadily fading away.

The only person you’ll spend your entire life with is yourself. You should be your first focus.

Branches bow, longing to reach the crisp, punctured leaves, their old shedded skin.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

Make the choice; to be comfortable or to be alive.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

You’re an ocean that I can’t navigate. If storms wrack your surface, I dread to think what horrors lie in your depths.

The deepest relationships belong to the friends who were one lovers, and the lovers who were once friends.

The sun has one lesson for us: learn to see the light on a rainy day.

You are an ocean. I know your colors and the sound of your waves, but I’ll never see beneath your surface.

No matter what you’re told, there is honesty in passion and truth in messiness.

Stand up straight and face the world; love its best, accept its worst.

We rebuild. We always rebuild. You can’t do the same, if you’re not fulfilled.

You have your look. That lethal fusion of mischief and innocence, the one that maddens statues with lust.

If you lose the power to laugh, you lose the power to think.

Unwanted honking not only irritates others, but may also end up causing accidents. Drivers lose cool and it may result in road rage.

If you lose your wealth, you have lost nothing; if you lose your health, you have lost something; but if you lose your character, you have lost everything.

I’m not losing no time soon, or ever, till I retire.

If you want to do something, Go for it you’ve got nothing to loose.

People these days would love to lose you then fix the situation.

But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.

At one point, I thought life was about acquiring things. But as a I get older, life is totally about losing everything.