“Just tell me softly that you love me, because when you said my name, I swear my heart was never the same.”

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.

But if I were to take a palette all my colours would be of you.

No matter where my life takes me or yours takes you, I will love you whether there are a thousand miles between us or none at all.

For a long time, I have been making many predictions, far in advance, of events since come to pass, naming the particular locality. I acknowledge all to have been accomplished through divine power and inspiration.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

It is the circuit of the great ruinous deed when the name of the seventh is that of the fifth; when the third, even greater, the warlike stranger will take Paris, nor will Provence save her.

To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name.

Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.

That’s the name of the game. Pleasing the customer. If we ever lose sight of that fact, we’ve lost the ball game.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

I am not too proud of having my name associated with some of my restaurants.