“Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.”

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.

Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.

Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.

I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.

Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

The Heart of Jesus is the ultimate symbol of God’s mercy.