“Live a little kinder, a little braver, and a lot more gentle with yourself.”

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

You are the lost pages of my life – the years I lost my heart.

Love arrived when I least expected it. And just as quickly as it came, left me without a warning.

Love is magic, love is tragic. It is the air we breathe and the poison we drink.

If I fail to achieve my dreams in this lifetime, at least I had the courage to give a good fight.

My love has found its home in you. If love was a place, its anywhere you’d take me.

Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone and marrow to the world.

In the garden of gentle sanity, May you be bombarded by coconuts of wakefulness.

Make your educational laws strict and your criminal ones can be gentle; but if you leave youth its liberty you will have to dig dungeons for ages.

You cross me, I’m going to hurt you. But I’m really very gentle.

No man or woman of the humblest sort can really be strong, gentle and good, without the world being better for it, without somebody being helped and comforted by the very existence of that goodness.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

God breathes through us so completely, So gently we hardly feel it, yet it is our everything.

A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.