“I’ve learned to stop begging for love. At the wrong door.”

Does fully moving on actually exist? So far, I haven’t found it.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me.

You can’t put love in a locked box, it’s not a stagnant thing.

Let the music fill the empty patches of your soul. And heal you.

You are the sand that doesn’t stick when I am dry and sad.

I am the shore and you are the tide. We come together only to get pulled in opposite directions.

You’re good at telling me lies laced with honesty.

Dear love, I’m starting to wonder where you are. I’m starting to wonder if you’ll ever find me.

You took the light parts of me and turned them dark.

When our time expires my love for you won’t.

All I’ve ever wanted is to feel wanted by you.

Everyday healing has a different face. Sometimes familiar. Sometimes a stranger.

With you, I am everything I’ve ever been told I’m not.

Its better to walk into the fire than never feel the heat of the flames.

We both believed in love but one of us believed more than the other.

If you can learn to love yourself you’ll find a great company in your alone.

I think the discipline comes with turning that cellphone and Blackberry off and unplugging completely.

I begged the universe to make me a famous comedian, and it did. So I tend not to ask for any more.

A lot of people cry and complain and put their hand out and beg. It never goes well.

When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.

I would rather clean than beg.

And I want to warn everyone in the press and all the voters out there: if you demand expressions of religious faith from politicians, you are just begging to be lied to.

I wanted to be more hands on. Otherwise, every time you finish acting in a movie you have to almost go and beg people for the next job.

Let me beg you, not to rest contented with the commonplace religion that is now so prevalent.