“Two soulmates who didn’t find each other.”

Deep down you always knew.

Despite everything I’m glad we met.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

I looked at you and felt the stars go out in my heart.

Find the one you can talk to, when you can’t talk to anybody else.

Your eyes stole all my words away.

Half the world is carrying a broken heart, half the world is dreaming of being put together again.

Maybe one day we will travel the world together.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

I pretend it doesn’t bother me but it’s tearing me apart.

And I’ll miss you, without saying a word.

I told the stars about you.

I loved you even when it hurt.

In the end you learn when to let go and when to hold on.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

The average millionaire can’t tell you who got thrown off the island last night.

It’s easy to get lost in endless speculation. So today, release the need to know why things happen as they do. Instead, ask for the insight to recognize what you’re meant to learn.

After you, I never found my way back home.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

I have been whipped, as the saying is, but I am sure I can recover all the lost capital occasioned by that disaster; by only hanging a few moments by the neck; and I feel quite determined to make the utmost possible out of a defeat.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

Real estate cannot be lost or stolen, nor can it be carried away. Purchased with common sense, paid for in full, and managed with reasonable care, it is about the safest investment in the world.

I’d just like to think that there’s some kind of underworld where whoever’s been lost at sea is there… I dunno, there probably isn’t, but I’d like to believe there is.