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

It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.

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.

Men and women with freed minds may often be mistaken, but they are seldom fooled. They may be influenced, but they cannot be intimidated. They may be perplexed, but they will never be lost.

Many people fail not so much because of their mistakes; they fail because they are afraid to try.

There’s nothing wrong with making mistakes, just don’t make the same ones. We don’t want to duplicate them.

I may have been disposable to you but don’t mistake me as replaceable.

I try my best to learn from other people’s mistakes. I have a lot of respect for people who can change.

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.

I can live with my own mistakes. I can’t live with anybody else’s.

My grandmother asks me to race down the street, I’m going to try to beat her. And I’ll probably enjoy it. Competitive to a fault, sometimes.