“The wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.”

I am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.

If there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.

For being still can either bring one clarity or chaos. You decide what the silence is worth.

I no longer seek the love I think I deserve but rather the love I’ve always deserved.

I love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.

I was in love with my own chaos, gripping tightly onto fantasies, falling into traps that swallowed me whole. I am in awe of how chaotic I am, as falling hard into my own trap saved me from who I became.

Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?

The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.

We start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.

We are perfectly imperfect human beings.

If I were a garden and the seed were my soul, thus blooming is a process but I’m impatient.

You can’t appreciate the sunshine if you’ve never stood in the rain.

People who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.

The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.

It’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.

Every day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.

When her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

I have found men who didn’t know how to kiss. I’ve always found time to teach them.

The first kiss I had was the most disgusting thing in my life. The girl injected about a pound of saliva into my mouth, and when I walked away I had to spit it all out.

If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough for the whole world to kiss.

Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.