“The universe favors the broken.”

You are a dream that makes it difficult to get up in the morning.

One of the saddest things in the world is being unappreciated knowing that you are a fine piece of art.

In the end, we are all stardust that happen to have souls.

It’s not too late to start the fire. We own the light.

We learn from not winning all the time.

Your love is the sweetest chocolate I ever tasted.

Clarity and consistency over chocolates and flowers.

In the process of knowing myself I have come to learn the flow of life.

Let me leave. Let me live.

If your sanity requires you to talk less and feel more, so be it. You are not a bad person for not entertaining everyone.

I’m totally fine being a dandelion in a garden of roses.

Validation should never exist anyway. What you are and who you are – those are enough.

Love life and it will love you a thousand times more.

Your feelings are valid but not every argument is.

Unexpected things do happen in perfect timing.

If I’m toxic to you and you are to me, lets just be apart and live in peace.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The heartache was an opportunity for me to learn what I wanted from this world.

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

You broke my heart but fixed my sight.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

Hatred has a way of hurting the heart which carries it.

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.