“Little by little, the bird makes its nest.”

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

She is everything and nothing at all.

She built her castle at rock bottom.

Keep growing into yourself.

They tell you to be grateful for what you have. But you are also allowed to be sad for what you have lost.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

The Red Rose on my grave shows once I was in love.