“How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.”

My heart woke me crying last night how can I help I begged my heart said-write the book.

We have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view – live fully.

What draws you to her, tell me what you like so I can practice.

What I miss most is how you loved me. But what I didn’t know was, how you loved me, that had so much to do with the person I was.

Borders are man-made they divide us physically don’t let them make us turn on each other – we are not enemies.

The thing worth holding onto would not have let go.

People go but how they left always stays.

Even though we were both under the same roof of that coffee shop. I was still solar systems away from you.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

Fall in love with your solitude.

On the last day of love, my heart cracked inside my body.

We need more love not from men but from ourselves and each other.

Trying to convince myself I am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right.

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.

We scared of losing something that we never found.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love.

Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.