“Time is a cruel thing. You can have all the time in the world with someone but when it ends it still won’t be enough.”

I don’t know where you are or who you are anymore but I’ll always remember us.

Hold me. Just hold me. And maybe in the morning I’ll be ready to love you.

Sometimes even strong independent woman need help.

Leaving was the hardest most liberating act of self preservation and self love I did.

My body aches for you and I think it always will.

The toughest decision I ever made was staying alive when life was unbearable.

Loving myself is a skill I am still learning to master.

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

The reason you fear me is why all men do I am a woman your fear is only natural.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me you taught me to hate.

Do your worst but I promise you will regret ever crossing me.

I hate tequila but I’ll drink it straight from the bottle if it means forgetting you.

Behind every great man is no one before him is a goddess and she will not be overshadowed.

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

Magic is what happened when I chose me over you.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.

If there’s one thing you can say about mankind, there’s nothing kind about man.

When the world has been unkind, when life’s troubles cloud your mind, Don’t sit down and frown and sigh and moon and mope. Take a walk along the square, fill your lungs with God’s fresh air, Then go whistling back to work and smile and hope.

Heaven always shower His mercy on us and we return it with our cruelty.

Ah, cruel ’tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

I think after we ingest some of the cruelty of the world, it takes years off of our lives, but it also gives us wisdom and a little grace, hopefully a sense of compassion.

Cruel men are the greatest lovers of Mercy, avaricious men of generosity, and proud men of humility; that is to say, in other, not in themselves.

While people are struggling unhappily in the cities against the cruel authorities, a waterfall happily and cheerfully flows in the nature; there is happiness only if there is freedom!