“He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.”

Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.

I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.

I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.

Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.

Time heals what you allow it to.

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.

I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.

I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

In a shared fish, there are no bones.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

Baseball players need strength but also the ability to make fast-paced, explosive movements, so their training is all about strengthening the tendons around the bone and the joint so you don’t tear the muscles from the bones.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.

A man strikes you, make him bleed. He makes you bleed, you break his bones. He breaks your bones, kill him. Being hit is inevitable, strike back twice as hard.