“All we can control in this silly and wildly perfect life is the love that we choose to give out without any regard to ever getting it back in return.”

Because of you I can feel myself slowly but surely becoming the me I have always dreamed of being.

There is more light than darkness, there has always been.

Photos I’m not in and memories we don’t share, haunt my lonely eyes.

I will never, ever believe in the words “too late” because it is never too late to be exactly who you wish, do exactly what you should, say exactly what needs to be heard, and live the exact life you should be living.

I care not about lost firsts, but I will fight, knuckles bloody and teeth sharpened, for your lasts.

Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.

Illusions must be out to death. That is the cruelty of growing up.

I Remember It, Precisely And Perfectly, The Birth Of This Love.

I do not know if I will ever be complete, but I know whatever I am, You will always be the rest of me.

I love you, in ways you’ve never been loved, for reasons you’ve never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.

If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

Do broken pianos play broken songs? Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts? Is there a song living inside it that’s waiting to get out? Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song. Just listen, just listen.

To live an honest, simple life, filled with creativity, joy, compassion, and a deeper, richer appreciation for the world around us.

I would imagine there are days when Superman wakes up, glances at his cape, and wonders when someone will come save him.

We carry in us all we could ever possibly need.

I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.

The day of combination is here to stay. Individualism has gone, never to return.

Forcing myself to think positively did wonders for my spirit. I was able to overcome the discontent inside me, and my old enthusiasm slowly returned.

Too often we love people who don’t love us, but we fail to return the love of others who do.

When you are injured, you need to strengthen yourself very well to make a comeback very confidently.

The seeds you plant in the hearts and minds of others will be what you receive in return – 100-fold. Only sow that which you wish to receive in return. Sow good, receive good! Plant seeds daily in your Mary Kay business and your Mary Kay business will return to you.

All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Enough of this. The next one I love will return my passion.