“As much as I gained from self-love, Being in love with who you are is more than enough to make you feel that you are alive.”

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

You surf your own wave, even when the tide is high or low, be keen enough to know that you will be crashing onto your own shore.

Silence speaks too many judgments. Sometimes, it echoes more than a scream can crumble space up.

You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

I don’t usually speak when I look at you, For beautiful creatures are best enjoyed in silence.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

And as you touched my hands with yours, it felt as if love came back and hungered my soul once more.

It was happy while it lasted, but now it pains as you are holding the knife and twisting it- clockwise.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

A sharp knife is more straightforward than a poisonous apple.

Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.

I discovered that my imagination came alive when I moved away from the immediate world around me.

Yes, she has more than a few regrets. And if you don’t, then you should probably live more.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

When I am reading a book, whether wise or silly, it seems to me to be alive and talking to me.

Let us come alive to the splendor that is all around us and see the beauty in ordinary things.

All the dreams you planted in my eyes, will someday haunt you alive.

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.