“Her smile faded as the world erased it.”

Do we break our own heart too? Tell me, don’t we all do? Everytime you lock it up, ignoring what it tells you, doesn’t it break a little too?

She used kindness as her weapon to win the battles agaisnst cruelty.

There are galaxies inside of me for each emotion I feel. One for each; happiness, anger, sadness and one is hollow, for that too, is sometimes how I feel.

Oh moonlight, continue to shine on me. As you light up the sky, maybe some peace will come to me.

You can never know if something is wrong with her because she always acts right.

Some heartahes, you just have to make peace with.

I would rather shoot my arrows than keep them in my bow, I would rather risk it all than risk nothing at all.

She drank up the moonlight to make her soul shine.

Admist the darkness, she tried to hold on to her yellow laughter.

You tell me I will end up where I’m meant to be. So I ask you, Do I have the rights to be disappointed in that destiny?

Is this a parting or are you hoping to meet again? Is this really goodbye, or are you still wanting to cross paths again?

She wore courage to cover her melancholy, Dear Heart, What is this tragedy?

Today, the sky seems a little more blue. Now I don’t feel as lonely without you.

Don’t try too hard to make your galaxy shine in front of everyone, not every star shines from the other galaxy.

Remember that your purpose is indeed to be nothing else but YOU, all that you are and all that you want to be.

Someday, someone will love this universe the way that it is and that someone will be you. Someday, someone will love you the way that you are and that someone will be you.

The universe favors the broken.

I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

Heartbreak can trigger childhood wounds.

Many roads to take some to joy some to heart ache

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Meeting you was life-changing so was losing you.

Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

Brokenness is a beginning.