“And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.”

If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.

Not all love lives forever. But is it not love still? The maybe and the almost. And the love that never will.

I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.

You’re the kind of song, I want to hear on repeat. For a lifetime.

Like the endless stars in the skies. I love you, more than you know. And I miss you, more than I am allowed.

Maybe when I pour my words on paper. Maybe it’ll feel like how it might feel wrapping you in my arms.

When you love, I hope you don’t sail. I hope you drown.

Be your own flower. And bloom.

Just because you’re leaving, doesn’t mean I’m letting go.

I was supposed to be your sunshine. But it rained.

Like flowers, I hope, My love makes you bloom.

I’m a little bit scared of how you make me feel.

I could write pages of poetry about you. And yet words never seem to say enough.

Every day I hope to be with you. And every day I let you go.

Love. And let it break your heart. For what is life without love.

To love something, someone. You don’t need to own them.

The inability to live in the present lies in the fear of leaving the sheltered position of anticipation or memory, and so of admitting that this is the only life that one is ever likely (heavenly intervention aside) to live.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

I understand it on a superficial level, but the depth of it just boggles my mind. I think it’s probably the greatest of all speeches ever written.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.

You can leave a kid alone and it will learn to fend for itself, how to work the remote, a tin opener, and the microwave.

And I love doing this thing, and they will have to blow me out of here with dynamite before I leave.