“And I wonder if I will ever find a place where I belong or if I am destined to wander.”

Please stay, I’d like to waste a little more time on you.

Don’t worry. You didn’t break me. I was already broken when we met.

The difference between yesterday and today is, today I know I don’t need you to survive.

He was my armor and I was his sword.

I love summer and sunny days but there’s a certain magic in rain. There’s a promise of new beginnings and growth that comes with rain.

I smile – even on my darkest days for you once said it melts your heart.

You ask what I’ve been doing all this time as if surviving wasn’t much of an effort.

When I stopped believing in love, the universe sent you to remind me that love, true love, does exist, even for me.

There are many reasons why we don’t tell people the truth. Maybe we’re not brave enough. Maybe we’re afraid to lose someone by telling the truth. Maybe all we want for the person we love is to be happy – with or without us.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

I’ve loved you from the very first moment. But I still have to figure out how to love myself.

I was tired of begging people to stay when they wanted to leave.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?

This remains a love story. I just replaced your name with my own.

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.

Keep your attention focused entirely on what is truly your own concern, and be clear that what belongs to others is their business and none of yours.

Keep your attention focused entirely on what is truly your own concern, and be clear that what belongs to others is their business and none of yours.

Be you and serve up some belonging wherever you are.

Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy – the experiences that make us the most vulnerable.

My actions are my only true belongings.

In reality, the laborer belongs to capital before he has sold himself to capital.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.