“We were so beautiful together, I thought we were magic or even the greatest fairytale except there was no villain just a lost prince whose heart did not love his wildfire princess.”

I am yours forever until the last starbursts in the sky, the mountains crumble and the world erupts.

I’m not sure how love changes, how I can be head over heels one moment and not stand you next.

I hope one day to be the mother I never had.

Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.

Anchor me to the depths of the ocean that is your heart.

You deserve the greatest love.

The glow from the southern sun lit up her face like a goddess divine.

What I Thought was love, was really just lust-electrical chemistry, no emotional availability.

Hold my heart please, take this burden off me- the heavy hearts club.

You burned through my heart, leaving scars I thought was love. But when the smoke cleared all you left was charred destruction.

I have a heart of fire and you are afraid of getting burned.

My heart of flame could turn even your lead core into gold.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

The longing for what should have been is what breaks my heart, over again.

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

How incredible it is that everything led me to you.

A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls

Your imperfections make you beautiful, they make you who you are.

I don’t think I was born beautiful. I just think I was born me.

Little Things isn’t about anyone in particular, it’s about all girls. You’re all beautiful and you need to hear it more often.

Religion is realization; not talk, nor doctrine, nor theories however beautiful they may be. It is being and becoming, not hearing, or acknowledging; it is the whole soul becoming what it believes.

Offen love between two people intensifies not because of beauty or some advantage, but because of sheer spiritual affinity.

Just because your aren’t perfect, doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful.

I want a girl who doesn’t know that she’s beautiful, so i have an excuse to let her know all the time.