“Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.”

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.

You were never worth the chase and I was always worth the effort.

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

I’m sorry is no longer a healing balm. It won’t happen again is just another lie.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

I’m stuck between loving life and losing my faith in humanity.

I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.

I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.

I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.

Men, though they must die, are not born in order to die but in order to begin.

Anything played wrong twice in a row is the beginning of an arrangement.

The beginning is always today.

As we work along our various ways, there takes shape within us, in some sort, an ideal – something we are to become – some work to be done. This, I think, is denied to very few, and we begin really to live only when the thrill of this ideality moves us in what we will to accomplish.

Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!

Because the development of inner calm & energy happens completely within & isn’t dependent on another person or a particular situation, we begin to feel a resourcefulness and independence that is quite beautiful—and a huge relief.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.