“Never underestimate the power of fate. It can knock down the highest of goals that seem guaranteed in your life.”

My heart aches in corners I did not know existed.

I spent more time getting over you than I spent falling in love with you.

To you, it is much easier to not say a word. To me, I choke on my words if I do not say them. What truly hurts me is that you know that your silence infects a storm in my mind yet you choose it oh so easily.

I may have been successful at giving, but I never know when to stop.

Keep your heart beautiful. The world needs that.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up ir that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

It is your choice to either stay halfway through or to continue your journey once you start it, to reach that destination of the person you know you can be.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

I am no longer defined by what happened to me, but by who I am.

Don’t blame life for what you do. That is so selfish and ignorant on your behalf.

If you love someone, you love them. You don’t allow your pride to stop you from expressing your love to them.

You may be a disaster for a day, a month, or a year. Just don’t be a disaster forever.

Do you know what it feels like to be wounded and told that you caused the wound to yourself by choosing to be where the harm landed?

Broken wings are a sign of struggle and strength.

A heart does turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while.

Love is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.

A man’s character is his fate.

Fate seemed to be playing a series of extraordinarily unamusing jokes.

I don’t believe in fate.

It is time to realize we are too great a nation for small dreams. We’re not – as some would have us believe – doomed to an inevitable fate.

Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.