“Know when it’s time to leave. Know when your love is better saved than wasted.”

Love exists in the small moments of understanding when a person gets you without you needing to explain yourself to them.

Never burden yourself with the blame that is not yours to carry.

The effort isn’t exhausting when it’s made for the right people.

Give your energy to those who intend to nourish it and not exhaust it.

The hard work you put in will never fail you.

Even unconditional love will run out eventually if you don’t return the effort they make for you.

You don’t have to explain yourself to someone who has never taken time to get to know you.

True strength lies in being vulnerable about who you are.

When the relationship you’re in becomes unhealthy for you, don’t look the other way. Always accept the truth in your eyes, even when it’s not in your favor.

Time passes quickly when you’re talking to someone whose soul is similar to your own.

Sometimes, we conquer our days. Other times, we are brave just for making it through.

Don’t ever let them convince you that the red flags you see in them are not real.

It’s never too late to teach your heart that you deserve better.

Some people make it easier to be yourself around them.

It’s really simple – don’t make promises if you can’t stay long enough to go through them.

Love is meant to inspire you, and add positive energy to your soul. It is not meant to make you feel drained and powerless.

Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy, Send a message, leave you sleepin’ next to headless horsey.

Dancing of the autumn leaves on the surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake!

[Islam] Leaves no room of human legislation in an Islamic state, because herein all legislative functions vest in God and the only function left for Muslims lies in their observance of the God-made law.

That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it… And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.

The flip side of suicide is that it leaves a lingering question in the minds of the people who survived. Its like a cancer thats metastasized. The suicide is the cancer and the metastasis is all these people saying, Why? Why? Why?

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

I’ll be okay I’m used to you leaving it just hurts a little more this time.

It is the task of a lifetime. We’ll leave much unfinished for the next generation.