“Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?”

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

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.

Decide that you want it more than you are afraid of it.

Don’t be afraid. Be the kind of person your mother warned you about.

If you’re afraid to die you won’t be able to live.

Don’t be afraid. Be focused. Be determined. Be hopeful. Be empowered.

I say what I think. I’m a real person, not some manufactured pop tart who’s afraid to step out of the hotel room. I am flawed. I swear I have the occasional cocktail, I pick my nose and I fart. I’m not running for any presidential campaign at the moment. I’m a sassy girl.

True courage is being afraid, and going ahead and doing your job anyhow, that’s what courage is.

The baby bat Screamed out in fright, turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.

The art of concentration is a continual letting go. We let go of what is inessential or distracting. We let go of a thought or a feeling, not because we are afraid of it or because we can’t bear to acknowledge it as a part of our experience; but, because it is UNNECESSARY.