“I just hope that when I die my body is full of scars telling a beautiful life.”

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

Nothing easier than being who you are.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

Learn from the past. Live in the present. Prepare for the future.

I don’t want words that are said. I want words that are meant.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.

We live in a world where too many minds are distracted while their souls are asleep.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

Be with someone who loves you with eyes closed. No surface distractions.

Don’t feed me lies to grow my ego. Give me truths that hurt but also grow my soul.

I hope you find someone who dances to the beat of your soul, so you never have to sit alone in life while the music plays.

So many words to say but silence always seemed to be the answer.

Sometimes the words just fall out of me when I’m around you. So there’s no need to say I’m talented, I’m just lucky to have you as my muse.

I love too deep and show too little. Because of cuts so deep covered up by so little.

There needs to be a foundation of friendship cause everything else fades.

I rather give you that smile you wear everyday versus that bag you only wear on special occasions.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

We are God’s gift to each other. Like a master composer, He brings all the instruments together, each with a different tone, each playing a different part, and He makes it turn out so beautifully.

It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

Lacking strength beauty hates the understanding for asking of her what it cannot do.

Never change to fit in, our differences is what makes life beautiful.

Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.