“The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.”

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.

I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

We are all stars in someone’s space.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

You’re my home, not just a stop along the way.

The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

You can’t do anything good that you don’t feel in your heart.

God never measures the mind. He always put His tape measure in the HEART

His eyes never slumber, and His hands never rest; His heart never ceases to beat with love, and His shoulders are never weary of carrying His people’s burdens.

It doesn’t matter where you come from or who you think you are, we’re all human beings with beating hearts.

It’s like a kind of Barbie American dream. I have that childlike quality so a lot of little girls especially [like me]. I’ve always been a kid at heart. I think I always will be.

A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went.