“That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.”

Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.

Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.

It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.

It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.

You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.

You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.

You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.

What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.

Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.

My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.

The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The heartache was an opportunity for me to learn what I wanted from this world.

You broke my heart but fixed my sight.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

If God made this world, then I would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.