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

Am I little mad for writing someone I’ll never have?

People are much brighter and more beautiful when they talk of things they love.

Pain and loneliness can be addictive, but there can also be strength in embracing it.

Silence is a loud language – weapon of the wise, solace of the tired hearts.

I have been alone for so long that having somebody feels like a strange thought. Silence has been my most loyal compassion.

Roses are red, violets are blue, star-crossed lovers – me and you.

I believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

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

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.

Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.

Hope is a slow business.

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

But that is the only thing that slows me down is the system. No one, two or three was big enough to slow me down, only the system. It was the system that slowed me down to make my numbers fall. Not because I am older.

Now that I’m an old, old veteran-age 29-I do things a lot differently. I don’t go to the gentlemen’s clubs anymore. I had to slow that down.

I’m like a chameleon. I adapt to my situation. It’s very slowed down here. I like it that way. I’m a guy that’s very reserved, quiet and shy myself.

Baseball is the favorite American sport because it’s so slow. Any idiot can follow it. And just about any idiot can play it.

Is a slow but accelerating impact with consequences that will greatly overshadow all the oil spills put together. The warming trend that is CO2-related will overshadow all the oil spills that have ever occurred put together.