“If you gave them once the love that they did not deserve, they will come back for more.”

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.

Don’t blame life for what you do. That is so selfish and ignorant on your behalf.

If you love someone, you love them. You don’t allow your pride to stop you from expressing your love to them.

You may be a disaster for a day, a month, or a year. Just don’t be a disaster forever.

Do you know what it feels like to be wounded and told that you caused the wound to yourself by choosing to be where the harm landed?

There is nothing which can better deserve our patronage than the promotion of science and literature. Knowledge is in every country the surest basis of public happiness.

I think everybody deserves an equal amount of appreciation whether how old they are, but I mean, I’m cool with the praise. I’m good.

Let me be clear – every American’s vote matters and deserves to be counted.

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Each of us deserves the freedom to pursue our own version of happiness. No one deserves to be bullied.

They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

The question is not what anybody deserves. The question is who is to take on the God-like role of deciding what everybody else deserves.