“Tears are quick to dry and certain pains never heal, sometimes what she says hides more than it reveals.”

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.

But she’s not like the others; that’s where you made your first mistake.

Sometimes, all it takes to connect with someone is a little bit of the same hurt.

All I want is to bring you the love and the joy that matches all the pain you have ever felt.

Don’t judge her if she’s lived under circumstances you have not.

Darling, you have lived far too much life to be caring what others think of you.

Not all wounds need healing, not all scars are ugly.

Just because she carries it well doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

Whatever you have, you must either use or lose.

I don’t want to end up losing my soul.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

I get in the dumps at times, and don’t open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I’ll soon be right.

Thank those who gave you courage and thank those who laughed at your broken dreams.

We lose the importance of life because we have lost ourselves.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle.