“We made a mess of this love, you and I. Forever the most beautiful disaster.”

A mind will always try to protect a wandering heart.

And i move towards you like a sunflower moves to the sun.

I don’t need that last conversation. I don’t need to understand what went wrong. Your silence explained enough.

May your next love, bring wholeness and create a sacred space.

Self love is the highest form of love and the hardest. Choose you.

Lets walk the unknown path, the one you don’t know where it leads.

Teaching you how to love me, is not a job i want to sign up for.

You deserve someone who looks at you like they won the lottery.

Don’t confuse my kindness for foolishness. Understanding and forgiveness are two different things.

I offer no explanations on how i choose to repair what you broke.

What if all the pain i am going through is preparing me for something amazing?

Hope isn’t about pretending that dark times don’t exist, its all about believing that darkness will not forever.

And one day we will finally understand the sense of it all. Until then all we can do is hold onto hope.

You may just be my new beginning or the absolute end of me.

Your feelings are valid.

I miss you in ways I didn’t think it could be humanly possible to miss someone.

Beauty is no handicap if you don’t think about it.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?

If you can learn to use your mind as well as your powder puff, you will become more truly beautiful.

We may say that life has borrowed from inanimate processes the same basic mechanism used in producing those striking structures that are crystals, with their beautiful plane faces.

Being beautiful can never hurt, but you have to have more. You have to sparkle, you have to be fun, you have to make your brain work if you have one.

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.

I am lucky. I had a very beautiful mother.