“I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.”

The fear in your chest only exists because you have something worth fighting for.

Stand up a little taller, darling, and wipe those tears away. Let’s hope that tomorrow will treat you better than today.

You’re gone and I don’t know how you breathe without you I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

The dark is what makes the dawn breathtaking.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.

We are all fighting to be seen.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

It is easier to move on when you have someone else to fill the emptiness.

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.

Asking for help doesn’t make you weak, it makes you brave.

The most important actions are never comfortable.

I did things with the microphone stand that no-one else has attempted to do.

Always attack. Even in defense, attack. The attacking arm possesses the initiative and thus commands the action. To attack makes men brave; to defend makes them timorous.

The mere possession of a gun is, in itself, an urge to kill, not only by design, but by accident, by madness, by fright, by bravado.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

It’s been really, really hard, but you’ve been so brave.