“It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.”

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.

My words, the ink, on this page they’re all for you.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

You are allowed to feel the way you feel.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

The boundary to what we can accept is the boundary to our freedom.

No matter how good or bad we may feel, no matter how up or down we may be, Christ loves us, accepts us, and thinks the world of us.

She has a choice. She can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle…she fails in the end but there’s something beautiful and even heroic in her rebellion.

It appears that ordinary men take wives because possession is not possible without marriage, and that ordinary women accept husbands because marriage is not possible without possession.

We’re so used to presenting ourselves and getting approval according to our achievements that it’s difficult to be authentic and trust that we’ll be accepted just as we are.

If you repeat a lie often enough it becomes accepted as truth.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

People hire me to create some kind of archetype or some culture type, or something. I guess they accept whatever I come up with.