“Love lifts us high, higher than we ever dreamed. And the higher you go, the higher the fall when it’s over.”

You have to hurt before you heal: that’s how you know the recovery is real.

Letting go breeds freedom.

Our wings are built from the feathers of failure.

Make sure the burden you feel is the one you chose to keep.

At the heart of all men suffering lies the absence of safety, and from that absence, fear is born.

Loneliness breeds self-love.

He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.

Self love is a strength that only a few possess in this cruel world, don’t ever think of it as a weakness.

Silence is loud, more than the storm.

The earth doesn’t need to go to meet the sky. True love is the one that doesn’t get a destination.

He found peace in his own storms, but when he loves, he still has the thunder in his eyes, a hurricane in his mind.

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.

False hope feels like home.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.