“You have to love something before you can hate it.”

Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life.

You always have a choice. It’s just that some people make the wrong one.

It’s impossible to protect your kids against disappointment in life.

Love is Love no matter old you are, and I knew if I gave you enough time, you’d come back to me.

Connecting with nature to find peace in a chaotic time.

Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over.

Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

Holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat.

Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.

Love makes everything complicated, and emotions always go wild in the beginning. But when it’s real, you should hold on tight.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go.

That’s the thing about life. A lot of the time, it isn’t easy at all. We just have to try to make the best of it.

I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step towards finding you.

Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.

She stopped reading over the prologue she realized she had too many chapters left to write-moving on.

The path of joy was connection and the path of sorrow was separation.

I have a heart of glass, When I break I don’t fall apart, I shatter.

We are not responsible for what breaks us, but we can be responsible for what puts us back together again. Naming the hurt is how we begin to repair our broken parts.