“How can we love the world if we can’t tolerate our own mistakes.”

We loved each other when trusting was a threat.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

Its dangerous but you can’t surf on ripples.

The more you know her the more it scares yet it makes you wish you knew her more.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

They said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?

I have felt so much on my own I need a serious reason to let you in.

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

She was a strong and smart woman and could repair even a leaking sink and a broken TV. Doing everything on her own, still she always let him pull down her zipper…

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

Whats there to remember we made the most memories remembering each other.

What is perfect love if not loving each others imperfections perfectly?

She was too much for you…Pouring her love onto you, she thought she would quench your thirst, but you drowned…She didn’t know your heart was just a shot glass and not a continent.

My words fly around you like the annoying flies that only exist to disturb the silence and bite sometimes. When did I become so small

The irony is that we had more intimacy when apart.

Some may consider this a problem, I easily fall in love

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.

Once you fall in love, It’s different.

Don’t try to understand life. Live it! Don’t try to understand love. Move into love. Then you will know and that knowing will come out of your experiencing.

I’m about being the best.

There are things one must do for oneself.

Love is a powerful form of vulnerability and if you replace the word love with vulnerability in that line, it’s just as true.⁣

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.