“What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.”

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 its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

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

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.

People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.

I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

Moonlight is sculpture.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

I installed a skylight in my apartment, the people who live above me are furious!

I believe that water will one day be employed as fuel, that hydrogen and oxygen which constitute it, used singly or together, will furnish an inexhaustible source of heat and light, of an intensity of which coal is not capable.

You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.