“And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.”

She greets death with a curtsy.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

When the dark is near and the light is far, I will run. I will run with open arms to the light.

You need to be happy with who you are and, whoever that is, let your little light shine.

Darkness is merely the absence of light, and fear is merely the absence of love. If we want to be rid of fear, we cannot fight it but must replace it with love.

I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

At the darkest moment comes the light.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

You must have the guts to throw off the chains of modesty and mediocrity in order to be the light that the world needs.

You have called me to be your daughter, your servant, your friend, to be a vessel of your light in this dark world.