“To be an artist is to look at a tragedy and innately see the beauty in it.”

I don’t stay for long. I delve into souls, give all I can take what I need, and leave.

I’m terrified that one day I’ll see you again and you’ll be in the arms of someone else.

Life is the reason we are here love is the reason we stay.

Some days I am more wildfire than a woman.

I may not be able to pull you into the light – but I will hold you through the dark.

It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? that we get to feel the passion in this world, about anything.

I don’t know how to explain it – the world feels possible again.

Even as we live our lives apart it is comforting to know – you are only a dream away.

There are so many different kinds of love in this world and you are capable of each and every one.

I am not the thoughts inside my head I’m the one who hears them.

That voice of yours was made to be heard.

She wasn’t sure how to love him yet, but she knew she wanted to try.

I’m afraid to ask if you’re still in love with me and I think it’s because I already know the answer.

Don’t think of your heart as lonely, my darling, think of it as resting.

I still think of you with every step I take.

If the stars can wait for you to find your way back – so can I.