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

I never wanted perfect. I just wanted happy. I’m still figuring out what that looks like.

In a world where so many yearn to be liked I rather be respected.

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

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.

Sometimes letting go isn’t the loss you think it is.

Do not make excuses for someone not reciprocating what you give. You deserve someone who’s supportive and brings you happiness.

The first time you walked away, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every time after that, it felt normal.

Don’t get stuck with someone who’s not willing to commit all because you’re afraid to be alone.

Pain is inevitable. It’s how we choose to heal that matters.

I don’t need a big wedding just someone worth spending the rest of my life with.

I guess what I’ve always wanted was someone who loves me enough to match my effort.

Don’t let feeling lonely be a gateway to letting people who aren’t really for you into your life.

You deserve to be with someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.

You and I were always made for this moment. Fate may have brought us together, but we chose to stay.

No one knows the things you have endured like you. Your flaws tell your story there is no need to hide them.

Love is so much bigger than our ignorance.

If truth is not undergirded by love, it makes the possessor of that truth obnoxious and the truth repulsive.

I just love expanding my horizons and growing as an artist. The only way you get to do that is by doing something that scares you or takes you out of your comfort zone.

I love healthy stuff and junk an equal amount. Whatever I’m craving, I go for it. I’m never trying to lose weight – or gain it. I’m just being.

I could live without my phone. And one thing I’d love to do is experience having the freedom that kids had back in the ’80s.

I think you fall out of love with theater while you’re doing your eighth show of your eighteenth week and your body is saying, “Please make this end.”

I don’t need help because if I can’t help myself I can’t be helped.

You do silly things for love sometimes and not-so-smart things for love.