“Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.”

Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.

She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.

If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.

These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.

There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.

Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.

Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.

I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.

I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.

Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.

You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.

Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

We are as liable to be corrupted by books, as by companions.

Wise people are never less alone than when they are alone.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Even the solitude, I’ve actually grown to quite like. I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I’ll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.