“How we yell is because of them how we cry is because of them but how we love is because of us.”

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.

I love to watch you become everything she said you couldn’t be.

You ground me as my roots grow I spread like wildflowers all over you.

I’m a prisoner with no charge a sack of bones in varnished flesh walking around hoping somebody will root me.

Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.

And even in my waking hours, I still dream of you.

You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.

I will never again give someone half of me when they weren’t even worthy of a piece.

The moment she kissed me was the moment I let him go.

It’s never really fun to have to cry in a scene, or anything like that. I just try to put myself in the characters position, and that helps. It’s never really fun, but at the same time

Whether we laugh or cry, the days are going to pass by. So why not choose to laugh?

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

Consoling a miserable soul, wiping the tears of a crying person is greater than any worldly achievement.

Our actual enemy is not any force exterior to ourselves, but our own crying weaknesses, our cowardice, our selfishness, our hypocrisy, our purblind sentimentalism.

When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.

We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being really human means.

Experience teaches. [Lat., Experientia docet.]