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

Life is not fair, but we can choose to be fair humans even if life or other humans choose to be unfair to us.

The reality you live in is partially up to you. The fantasy you live in is entirely up to you.

You can draw a path for your life and have all of your goals set. You can change yourself as much as possible and change things around you just to reach those goals.

Your opinion of me does not equal my self-worth.

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

Take responsibility for the choices you could have made but restrained yourself from making.

Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain, they must have pain inside. Wish them healing. That’s what they need.

If they don’t appreciate your presence, they may never recognize your absence.

My home will never welcome me if I don’t welcome me.

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

It was the weirdest thing ever. I said to myself: why are people always so okay with not having me in their lives?

Own your healing as you’ve owned your pain.

If you ever get the chance to treat them the way they treated you, I hope you choose to walk away and do better.

Don’t judge people and expect them to stand by your side.

If I only give you what you deserve, at least keep me away from what I don’t deserve.

Don’t play with fire and expect to stay perfectly safe.

I can’t be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath.

Vulnerability is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.⁣

For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.

A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

Seasons change and our love went cold.

We’ll walk this road together, through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm.