“Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.”

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.

I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.

I found the universe in you when people thought the sky is the limit.

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.

It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.

Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.

You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.

There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.

All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.

Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.

Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.

You must learn that you do not have to be angry just because you have the right to be.

Hell hath no fury like a liberal scorned.

Especially when we are afraid, angry, or confused, we may be tempted to give away bits of our freedom—or, less painfully, somebody else’s freedom—in the quest for direction and order.

I’m too mature to be angry.

It’s remarkable how a stereotype functions as an actual trap. How many angry black women have been caught in the circular logic of that phrase? When you aren’t being listened to, why wouldn’t you get louder? If you’re written off as angry or emotional, doesn’t that just cause more of the same?

I get angry at a principle, not a person.

Conventional people are roused to fury by departure from convention, largely because they regard such departure as a criticism of themselves.

It is a waste of energy to be angry with a man who behaves badly, just as it is to be angry with a car that won’t go.