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

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.

We’ll go slow, together,

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

And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

We were almost fine, almost together.

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

The divine gift of life must be promoted, guarded, and protected from conception to its natural end.

I’m scared that every girl I care for will find a better man and end up happier in the long run.

You’re not going to enjoy every minute of the journey, but the success you’ll find at the end will make it all worth it.

A man’s legacy is determined by how the story ends.

At the end of the day, we can’t always achieve everything that we dream of but you do have to enjoy life in the process.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

A society that puts equality – in the sense of equality of outcome – ahead of freedom will end up with neither equality nor freedom.

There is no difference between communism and socialism, except in the means of achieving the same ultimate end: communism proposes to enslave men by force, socialism – by vote. It is merely the difference between murder and suicide.