“I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.”

Attachment is the opposite of healing.

I gave you up to gain myself back.

We lose ourself trying to be enough.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

Only our dreams understand better that hearts are meant to be broken.

Once a man is done, he is done.

Broken hearts often break hearts.

Where there is mask there is fear.

Judge me by my past, don’t get mad when I put you there.

Our life has a secret relationship with sadness.

Sometimes we choose to be cold, to act cold.

Maybe today I am a dry tree, I will fill up when it’s rain.

The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

Dreams grow everywhere, people not.

Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.

Sometimes life knocks you on your ass… get up, get up, get up!!! Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them.

I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

Love fiercely, that even in your absence you linger.

Failure is not the absence of success. Failure is the neglect of trying.