“Be gentle with me. I own scars that do not bleed.”

Some words are heavy. I’m still learning how to rise after your goodbye.

One word could destroy me and all I need to do is hear your name.

You touch me and my bones tremble.

You taught me that it’s okay to fall. As long as, the right hands catch you.

In his arms, I was a long-lost child, Who finally made it home.

Pain stole my heart and made it home. And I can’t do anything but welcome it.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

All this world and I could not find a piece in yours.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

I can’t get back the time I’ve wasted trying to make you stay. What matters is that I left.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

I never knew the aftermath would be this painful. I never knew that you miss someone with the same fervour with which you loved them.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

When people appear to be something other than good and decent, it is only because they are reacting to stress, pain, or the deprivation of basic human needs such as security, love, and self-esteem.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.

First, you’re going to have to stop using food for anything other than nutrition. You cannot continue to use food to celebrate, or as a companion, or for entertainment, or comfort. You cannot medicate yourself, your mood, or pain with food.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

Forgiveness can be bittersweet. It contains the sweetness of the release of a story that has caused us pain, but also the poignant reminder that even our dearest relationships change over the course of a lifetime.