“So I’ll stand here for you In the wind and the rain And I’ll be the lighthouse you need.”

Some moments have to happen so they may shape you, teach you, undo you, and remake you.

Be kind to yourself, the way you would be to someone you love.

The aches in my arms still surprise me, even years after letting you go.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

I think if you let me, I’d build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.

Then I am reminded that life will continue on, regardless of whether I choose to board the train or stay on the platform.

By existing you are planting softness in soil that has turned hard. There is no need to surrender your existence. You are doing just fine by even existing at all.

I’ve been thinking about our forever, how memories fade but the light in our eyes stays.

I am no more the person that you left than you are the person I miss.

You achieve all your dreams by facing your fears. By experiencing the doubt and the disbelief and choosing to carry on anyway.

The tragedy of what could have been is nearly as crippling as what once was but can never be again.

I have been a little off balance since the day I met you. This is because I had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned.

Love makes us both happy and sad and there is not a soul alive that has been able to understand why.

Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you don’t even blink.

I am the universe, and every possibility belongs to me.

You will always be my destination, my home, my whole heart.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print.

I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system.

He was so selfish that he refused her shelter from waves & winds all while claiming from his lighthouse that he loved her -he became the storm she needed saving from.