“The rain falls angry on you but can’t extinguish the light inside you.”

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

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

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.

We’ll endure daily scars in our lives through shared adversity.

How you treat yourself becomes the identity others see in you.

Your morning smile leads me out of bed, waking me up to my best self.

It’s not that she’s afraid to fall in love, she’s just afraid to be the only one who falls.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

That’s why love is so inseparable from any talk about truth and death, because we know that love is fundamentally a death of an old self that was isolated and the emergence of a new self now entangled with another self, the self that you fall in love with.

Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.

Because I will never let you fall asleep wondering if you’re enough.

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

I don’t believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn’t been told about it. It’s like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn’t been told it existed.