“A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself – to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.”

After all, the wrong is done. It is past and cannot be changed. We have only the present and the future upon which to move forward.

Loving relationships, though necessary for life, health, and growth, are among the most complicated skills.

In a crazy world, it’s only your insanity that will keep you sane.

We need not be afraid to touch, to feel, to show emotion. The easiest thing in the world is to be what you are, what you feel.

Choose the way of life. Choose the way of love. Choose the way of caring. Choose the way of goodness. It’s up to you. It’s your choice.

We always think of failure as the antithesis of success, but it isn’t. Success often lies just the other side of failure.

We seem to gain wisdom more readily through our failures than through our successes.

We are no longer puppets being manipulated by outside powerful forces – we become the powerful force ourselves.

A wonderful realization will be the day you realize that you are unique in all the world.

Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized.

If we wish to free ourselves from enslavement, we must choose freedom and the responsibility this entails.

Nine times out of ten, when you extend your arms to someone, they will step in, because basically they need precisely what you need.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate – it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

The easiest thing to be in the world is you. The most difficult thing to be is what other people want you to be. Don’t let them put you in that position.

The greatest risk is to risk nothing at all.

L.O.V.E. Such a good word. Such a limitless word. Such a limitless concept.

I wept that everything he made was pretty I forgot that I, too, was an art-the girl with a soft heart.

Crying so hard, I can’t hardly breathe.

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

I cried so much that my tears, made up a sea, I survived sailing in that teary sea, to reach the shore, which, at first, didn’t have a door for me!

Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.

How we yell is because of them how we cry is because of them but how we love is because of us.

Be careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.

What if my ink runs dry or I have no words to sum up the tears I cry how do I write about nothing?