“A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.”

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I am not cruel, only truthful.

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I dream too much, work too little.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

I am myself. That is not enough.

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

You’re allowed to disagree. You’re allowed to live differently. You’re allowed to struggle publicly, but I’m also allowed to NOT struggle publicly.

Never compare yourself to somebody else, because you are so different any unique.

If you find success in a different path at a different rate, celebrate and don’t ever doubt yourself.

I always enjoy hearing different musical interpretations of the music.

You’re allowed to disagree. You’re allowed to live differently. You’re allowed to struggle publicly, but I’m also allowed to NOT struggle publicly.

When you believe in God, you value yourself and others in a different way.

You glow different when you start giving yourself a priority.

The frustration that follows our persistence to override God’s plan for our life hits hard and different.