“And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?”

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.

I’ve come to love these moments of sunshine with you.

How can I love again when all your love remains with me.

I hope you know that you are the only thing I have ever craved.

I want you to know that I think of you often between dreams and wishes.

Things end but greater things begin.

I want you to love me like a dream come true.

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.

And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.

She didn’t want the light at the end of the tunnel. She was perfectly at home in the darkness.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

Because it is in the nature of things that they become extreme, we have passed down from manliness to cruelty. If I had been told when I was 20 that there was a tavern in the town where the brave and the cruel were gathered together,

You are permitted to be cruel sometimes, and you are allowed to fall apart, and feel every emotion they tell you not to feel.

And, unfortunately, the cruelty and killing are often justified through a distorted interpretation of religion

Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.

If there’s one thing you can say about mankind, there’s nothing kind about man.

When the world has been unkind, when life’s troubles cloud your mind, Don’t sit down and frown and sigh and moon and mope. Take a walk along the square, fill your lungs with God’s fresh air, Then go whistling back to work and smile and hope.

Heaven always shower His mercy on us and we return it with our cruelty.