“I could sooner count the stars than list all the things I love about you.”

Let’s get drunk off the stars and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

People say a lot. So, she watches what they do.

Find someone who can hear you even when you’re silent.

She had eyes that I would miss sunsets for.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

People say a lot. So, she watches what they do.

Listen. Her silence tells a story.

My heart beats differently for you.

She’s not rude. She’s just done tolerating less than what she deserves.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

She was strong enough to be gentle all the time.

Perfection is just a lie, failure’s not forever, rejection is but a sign, darling you are a treasure.

It is not a coincidence that the strongest people tend to have the most scars.

She’s like a stiff drink I can’t get enough of, the first real obsession I can’t help but love.

She had eyes that held you better than arms ever could.

I had my first kiss when I was 11, but I think I’ve blocked it out of my mind because it was so bad. I’m not even sure it counts as a kiss.

If that vital spark that we find in a grain of wheat can pass unchanged through countless deaths and resurrections, will the spirit of man be unable to pass from this body to another?

What i do in my personal time is about me. if other people dont agree, then it doesn’t matter ‘cos it’s my opinion and that’s what counts at the end of the day.

Don’t just count your days, make your days count.

Count your blessings. Every time I am doing bad I count my blessings. And I always lose count. Try that sometime.

I just need to count the rounds and count me money afterwards.

Don’t never drop your head. Don’t never feel like you counted out.

The day my children move out is years I can count on two hands I have them half this time years I count on one.