“I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.”

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I am the messenger of my ancestors.

You made me believe I had to be perfect to be loved.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Love is the strongest force in the world – the reason god created everything.

If I was left with even less, but had him, then I’d still have everything.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

My weakness was loving you before loving myself.

Conditional love is not love.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.

Freedom has cost too much blood and agony to be relinquished at the cheap price of rhetoric.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.