“It breaks my heart to see people with such great potential to love, give up on love.”

The greatest longing I will ever have, is for the love I always deserved but never received.

For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

Don’t get too much emotionally attached to anyone. 

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.

There’s power in the broken pieces. Your brokenness can become your breakthrough.

Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.

When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.