“Its better to walk into the fire than never feel the heat of the flames.”

I’ve learned to stop begging for love. At the wrong door.

Everyday healing has a different face. Sometimes familiar. Sometimes a stranger.

With you, I am everything I’ve ever been told I’m not.

We both believed in love but one of us believed more than the other.

If you can learn to love yourself you’ll find a great company in your alone.

I am a paradox learning to be linear.

Please stop trying to make me the ghost of your past lover.

I’m hurting because I can hear your heartbreaking from two rooms over.

“What if” has me on a collared leash.

The rivers and the roads all lead to bigger things. Your path may seem narrow but you’re time is coming.

Do you think of me when you catch your reflection?

I fell in love like it was just another errand to run.

Sometimes joy hides in forgotten places.

Stop watering dead relationships and expecting them to grow.

I’m so obsessed with the falling in love that every time I meet a man, I lose myself in him.

She was only a star within my entire galaxy but you looked at her and thought she was the sun.

Once your awareness becomes a flame, it burns up the whole slavery that the mind has created.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

But art is not simply works of art; it is the spirit that knows Beauty, that has music in its soul and the color of sunsets in its headkerchiefs; that can dance on a flaming world and make the world dance, too.

Maybe there’s a world out there where you and I find each other and it doesn’t end in burning flames or broken hearts.

Envy, like flames, soars upwards.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.