“Fill all the spaces between the broken pieces of you – with patience.”

So when you’re sleeping, I try so hard to sleep too- for more time with you.

Love inside you that no one else can ever know – reserved for you.

Always choose love- you may not be loved in return – love may still find you.

Healing will come from within, but I’ll make sure you never feel alone.

So don’t be afraid – you were meant to rise above your ceiling of doubt.

I still think of you and that’s okay as long as I keep on moving.

Doing the right thing often requires patience that tests your intent.

Knowing what you want, but not living that way – as motivation waits.

Everything you’ve done may be undone for you to accomplish much more.

Letting go of you finally taught me what it meant to truly love you.

Giving up your life to live for someone else will sacrifice true love.

You are everything to me, that includes every broken piece of you.

Our connection will last – even as we walk down separate, winding paths.

Imagine your dreams as billions of stars – shining to guide wakefulness.

Something magical not just about who you are, but all you stand for.

Her soul absorbs all beauty in nature and then reflects all within.

To be a spiritual warrior, one must have a broken heart; without a broken heart and the sense of tenderness and vulnerability, your warriorship is untrustworthy.

I want to see popular free-market Conservatism where barriers are broken down, people have got more opportunities but keep more of their own money.

When you’re going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

Before God could bring me to this place He has broken me a thousand times.

The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.

The spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.