“I talk too much speak too much I think out loud wish I knew what’s on your mind. – overthinking.”

The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

Life is so fragile, yet we beat it to death and expect to live longer.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

I don’t want your sympathy I need salvation. – salvation.

I ate my grief and swallowed salt tears like they were the only things left on earth to consume.

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

They say the sky’s the limit what happens when you hit the ceiling?

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.

I grew up in a very loud and dramatic household, and we loved being in the spotlight.

I grew up in a very loud family where you had to fight to get your voice heard, in a good way.

She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

In America, the race goes to the loud, the solemn, the hustler. If you think you’re a great writer, you must say that you are.

I am not afraid of saying something and going and pursuing it. That’s it. I see it in my mind. I say it out loud. I go and do it.

Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin