“I want to fight for you but I do not know how and the battle was lost long before it began.”

Half the world is carrying a broken heart, half the world is dreaming of being put together again.

Maybe one day we will travel the world together.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

I pretend it doesn’t bother me but it’s tearing me apart.

And I’ll miss you, without saying a word.

I told the stars about you.

I loved you even when it hurt.

In the end you learn when to let go and when to hold on.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

The worst goodbye is the one you never thought you’d have to say.

How sad, to face a future without the one you planned it with.

If it isn’t Happy Ending yet, keep writing.

We’ll go slow, together,

I wish it had meant as little to me, as it did to you.

Untrained warriors are soon killed on the battlefield; so also persons untrained in the art of preserving their inner peace are quickly riddled by the bullets of worry and restlessness in active life.

There’s a battle going on inside you in Ramadan, and for 30 days Allah gives you the power to win.

The one perfectly divine thing, the one glimpse of God’s paradise given on earth, is to fight a losing battle – and not lose it.

Determination can be a battle or a thrill. Choose to be thrilled.

Fear doesn’t go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day.

If you’re seeking progress, all presidents are the opposition. You’re just fighting different kinds of battles.

The man who is prepared has his battle half fought.

The Good News means we can stop lying to ourselves. The sweet sound of amazing grace saves us from the necessity of self-deception. It keeps us from denying that though Christ was victorious, the battle with lust, greed, and pride still rages within us.