“I write what I can’t say. I weep for these emotions.”

How wide are you willing to open your mind for me. I’d like to leave pieces of me everywhere.

I want to know how you feel and I don’t mean the pretty stuff, I mean the stuff you’re afraid to say out loud.

That just because you Love someone doesn’t mean your supposed to be with them.

There comes a point where you stop trying to make others feel good about who you are and just want to feel good about yourself.

She goes on. Despite the fears, struggles, obstacles and disappointments. She lives for love of self, love of life, and maybe one day for the love of someone else.

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

Stop looking for forever in temporary people.

I hope you learn to let go of all the things not meant for you.

I’m sorry never made it better. I just let it suffice.

I hate and love that there’s no hiding who I am from you.

There will be those who seek to destroy you and everything you stand for. No matter what, keep building.

I’ve defined love in so many ways before this moment, but this is by far my favorite.

He stares at me and I know, I know for once that I mean the world to someone.

Why are you waiting around for someone who has not chosen you.

You’re supposed to help your partner progress and push them to be the best version of themselves.

She went through a snowstorm just to lie by his side. He wouldn’t even walk through the rain.

My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn’t sad. I believed God had something for me to do.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.

I’m often moved by the circumstances around some of my characters, but I don’t think I’ve actually cried watching myself.

Your silence was my loudest cry.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

No stress, no fights. I’m leaving it all behind. No tears, no time to cry. Just making the most of life.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.