“So I’ll stand here for you In the wind and the rain And I’ll be the lighthouse you need.”

You are a lonely sailboat, afraid of drowning where no one will see.

When did you become so tired of us?

You were always miles away. Maybe you were just always meant to be miles away. The distance saw us together in a dream and thought we were better off without all the mess.

I hope you find someone who reminds you that you deserve the love you give.

They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).

You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn’t tell you when.

Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.

Sometimes the smallest details about a person are the biggest reasons why you love them.

If I had any say and my life to do again, I’d have moved us closer.

If you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between.

You just have to surround yourself with people who have the same heart as you.

We spend a lifetime with our feelings; try not to hurt those of others.

It’s okay to close some doors; hell, it’s even okay to lock them.

You are a battlefield. Never will there be a greater war than the one you hold with yourself.

The bravest people aren’t the ones that pretend they’re fine when they’re not. It’s the ones that admit they aren’t fine but carry on anyway.

Perhaps it’s just easier to smile and pretend everything is fine, rather than admit my heart’s a little swollen from losing something that wasn’t even mine.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print.

I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system.

He was so selfish that he refused her shelter from waves & winds all while claiming from his lighthouse that he loved her -he became the storm she needed saving from.