“I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.”

If you tried and didn’t end up where you wanted to go that’s still progress.

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.

Isn’t it such a tragic thing, when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t?

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Nothing is safer than the sound of you reading aloud to me – the perfect date.

It is a part of the human experience to feel pain do not be afraid to open yourself to it.

I will no longer compare my path to others.

You might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all other loves irrelevant.

Your mother is in a habit of offering more love than you can carry.

I am water of course I am emotional.

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

Even if this is a mistake. It could only be right to be this wrong with you.

I have what I have and I am happy I’ve lost what I’ve lost and I am still happy – outlook.

Never feel guilty for starting again.