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

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.

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.

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.

Fixing your heartbreak by getting into another relationship is not the way to live your life – you need to live it on your terms for a while.

You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Consecrated life is a living encounter with the Lord in his people.

We’re all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we’re all somewhat screwy. Every single one of us.

Everybody’s journey is individual.

It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

Everything in life is luck.