“Together we are an endless conversation.”

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.

You are your own soulmate.

Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.

Representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth.

If you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else.

If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not.

You have so much yet you are always hungry for more. The trick to being well-fed is you have to stop looking up at everything you don’t have and look around at everything you do.

Don’t mistake salt for sugar, if he wants to be with you he will, it’s that simple.

How can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.

I pop men like pills to make me happy, but they all wear off in the end.

In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

There’s never an end for the sea.