“I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.”

I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!

Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.

Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.

I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.

I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.

No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.

What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.

I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.

You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.

Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.

If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!

These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.

Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.

Let us never forget to pray. God lives. He is near. He is real. He is not only aware of us but cares for us. He is our Father. He is accessible to all who will seek Him.

Hitler built a fortress around Europe, but he forgot to put a roof on it.

The golden age only comes to men when they have forgotten gold.

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I’ve had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

Fathers and mothers, do not forget that children learn more by the eye than they do by the ear… Imitation is a far stronger principle with children than memory. What they see has a much stronger effect on their minds than what they are told.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.