“There’s beauty in pain, wisdom in sorrow.”

You drifted away and I stood there wondering, would the sea ever return you back to me, or was our love lost forever.

If they aren’t choosing you, they should be losing you.

We don’t get to choose how we break but we get to choose how we rebuild.

I’m a romantic with a wild heart that loves deep like the poet in me.

I love the love our hearts beat together as if they’ve finally found their way home.

When you honor your emotions you are honoring your healing and growth.

I admire the ones that can love despite being broken over and over again.

Two souls can’t love when one is always being distant.

Kindness is beautiful.

Nobody is worth the pain, move on.

She hurt deeply because everyone that promised to protect her heart, broke it completely.

In all of this chaos and madness, I found beauty.

It’s the way you smile that gives me the biggest butterflies.

Every phase of life is better with you.

There is someone out there waiting to love you in all the ways you deserve.

The past is the past, you can’t stay there. Let go, be free. There’s so much waiting for you in the now.

The beauty of the living world I was trying to save has always been uppermost in my mind – that, and anger at the senseless, brutish things that were being done. . . . Now I can believe I have at least helped a little.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

It’s me, and I love me. I learned to love me. I’ve been like this my whole life, and I embrace me. I love how I look. I love that I’m a full woman and I’m strong and I’m powerful and I’m beautiful at the same time. There’s nothing wrong with that.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

You can be whatever size you are, and you can be beautiful both inside and out. We’re always told what’s beautiful and what’s not, and that’s not right.