“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.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

All women, everywhere, have the same hopes: we want to be self-sufficient and create better lives for ourselves and our loved ones.

It’s all about hope, kindness and a connection with one another.

Sometimes I wish I could drive a car, but I’m gonna drive a car one day, so I don’t worry about that.

The things a man has to have are hope and confidence in himself against odds, and sometimes he needs somebody, his pal or his mother or his wife or God, to give him that confidence.

And like water I always find my way.

Poetry is a religion with no hope.

Politics gives guys so much power that they tend to behave badly around women. And I hope I never get into that.

Together we will build an America where hope is a new job with a paycheck, not a faded word on an old bumper sticker.