“She has every reason to be bitter, and yet her heart beats to the tune of kindness, and her soul dances to the melody of love.”

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.

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.

I’m not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I’m thrilled to death with life.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits – one is soft voice and the other is company of gentlemen.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.

On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.