“I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.”

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.

Love is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.

I will be waiting with open arms and a wider than ever heart.

It won’t matter how beautiful they look when they don’t treat you beautifully.

Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?

Even in difficult and trying times I find comfort in knowing you are mine.

Doing my best not to dwell; I just thought you couldn’t wait to see me too.

Doubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.

I do know one thing about me: I don’t measure myself by others’ expectations or let others define my worth.

If it’s a penny for your thoughts and you put in your two cents worth, then someone, somewhere is making a penny.

Worthless as wither’d weeds.

You got to like your work. You have got to like what you are doing, you have got to be doing something worthwhile so you can like it – because it is worthwhile, that it makes a difference, don’t you see?

Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling.

A child born to a Black mother in a state like Mississippi… has exactly the same rights as a white baby born to the wealthiest person in the United States. It’s not true, but I challenge anyone to say it is not a goal worth working for.

There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.

Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself.