“Don’t see the worst in a person and expect them to see the best in you.”

I am broken beyond repair. There is no going back to the person I was before. There is rebirth, rebuilding, reinventing, and soul stitching with gold that needs to happen.

I fell in love with you the day you showed me your soul. And I spent days, months, and a year and part of a year realizing that you covered your soul again because you could not handle the love that I was touching you with.

When pain knocks on your door, welcome it. Let it in. Sit with it. Have tea with it. Understand it. Then let it leave.

I broke my soul trying to mend yours.

The truth can be seen, but it is not believed until it is openly said.

You were my home for so long. Now I realize that humans cannot be homes. If homes can leave, then they are not homes.

My heart aches in corners I did not know existed.

I spent more time getting over you than I spent falling in love with you.

To you, it is much easier to not say a word. To me, I choke on my words if I do not say them. What truly hurts me is that you know that your silence infects a storm in my mind yet you choose it oh so easily.

I may have been successful at giving, but I never know when to stop.

Keep your heart beautiful. The world needs that.

Letting go does not mean that you are giving up ir that you are weak. It could just mean that you are no longer allowing what hurts you to control you.

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

It is your choice to either stay halfway through or to continue your journey once you start it, to reach that destination of the person you know you can be.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

I am no longer defined by what happened to me, but by who I am.

Someone who values fairness and expects or, even better, wants to do his share in the home. These men exist and, trust me, over time, nothing is sexier.

This is impossible to predict. War may break out unexpectedly.

I think about more than I forget, but I don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat.

If a machine is expected to be infallible, it cannot also be intelligent.

If I disappoint someone, it’s their loss for putting that expectation on me when they don’t know me. I can’t control what they want.

How do you expect the Germans to revolt when they don’t even dare walk on the grass?

No one sat me down with a piece of paper and said, This is what is expected of you. But I’m lucky enough in the fact that I have found my role. I love being with people.

A purely materialistic art would be like a tree which is expected to bear fruit without flowering and to sacrifice grace and beauty for mere utility.