“Someone will come into your life and they will see your kindness as a strength match your love and before you can he will say I’ve been looking for you a home my heart can finally rest”

It pains me to know that too much fire has been burned between us because you were my spark.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

I see sunshine within him and it only makes me want to run into his love even more,

and my worries all of a sudden seemed to float above me a gentle yet certain release that I am someone who is easy to love

And like flowers under the sun’s yellow rays, you will bloom again.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again

Open wounds and fresh blood but I am healing and you are never allowed back in.

And I hope you know that would shake the world to its core if it meant taking away some of your pain.

And what a rare and magical thing it is to feel as though your heart has finally found a soft place to land.

Take me back to the ocean I need to hear her say you’re as powerful as me.

if you want to dive into my heart I am warning you now, be prepared to learn how to swim all over again

You talked a big game for someone who never actually played.

I wonder if being under the sun is what it is like to be loved by you too.

Be happy for others genuinely radically happy and I promise you only good will follow.

That Sunday afternoon when the rain poured down I was reminded of how important it is to break open every once and a while.

I wonder if one day I will ever feel as though I am not hard to love.

I followed my heart without breaking any rules.

The wounds that cannot be seen are more painful than those that can be treated by a doctor.

To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.

A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek him just to find her.

Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

What does it mean when your heart’s already numb? You’re a professional.

Love is of all the passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses.