“I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.”

In his arms, I was a long-lost child, Who finally made it home.

Pain stole my heart and made it home. And I can’t do anything but welcome it.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

All this world and I could not find a piece in yours.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

I can’t get back the time I’ve wasted trying to make you stay. What matters is that I left.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

You can take my heart. But you should know, It’s not whole.

I wish it were easy. You know to be brave. And look at myself without quickly wanting to turn away.

I know loving you has consequences. In silence from a distance and alone.

I built bridges that never once led me back to you. I just didn’t realize you were the one breaking them.

It’s critical that we know what we believe, no matter what we feel that we know what is true, no matter what we see.

I think I am a good role model, and a lot of mothers come up to me and they’re really happy, and I think if any girl follows their dreams then anything can happen to them.

I’ve never believed in or understood romantic love. Love at first sight was always a complete joke to me.

We Marxists believe that revolution will occur in other countries, as well. But it will occur at a time when it will be considered possible or necessary by revolutionaries of those countries.

Whatever God is urging you to clear away cannot begin to be compared to what He ultimately wants to bring you.

I hit an inside-the-park home run! I beat it out! Can you believe that?

It makes no sense to me that my gay friends cannot get married to each other because a certain slice of Christianity doesn’t believe in gay marriage.

You take those little rascals, talk to them good, pat them on the back, let them think they are good, and they will go out and beat the biguns.