“I want to find my soul rather than lose it.”

Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.

I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.

I’m not sure if i’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when i look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.

I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.

There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.

I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.

I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!

You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.

What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?

These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

If you don’t find God in the next person you meet, it is a waste of time looking for him further.

If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book.

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

One finds one’s destiny on the path one takes to avoid it.

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

My advice is find fuel in failure. Sometimes failure gets you closer to where you want to be.

Find somebody to be successful for. Raise their hopes. Rise to their needs.

There’s one way to find out if a man is honest: ask him; if he says yes, you know he’s crooked.