“Some days I am more wildfire than a woman.”

Monsters only ever exist in the shadows if you look for them.

Some kisses heal scars some create them.

I’m on the road to healing and there is no turning back.

With you, my heart can speak freely.

I don’t live for long nor do I take up much space but I still matter.

I know April showers are meant to bring May flowers but what if the rain doesn’t slow down and all the flowers just drown.

You are so much than the darkness that surrounds you.

She’s beautiful, yes, but dangerous remember – there is a difference between admiring the fire and putting your hand in the flame.

The only way to start trusting people again is to start trusting people again.

I don’t stay for long. I delve into souls, give all I can take what I need, and leave.

I’m terrified that one day I’ll see you again and you’ll be in the arms of someone else.

Life is the reason we are here love is the reason we stay.

I may not be able to pull you into the light – but I will hold you through the dark.

It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? that we get to feel the passion in this world, about anything.

I don’t know how to explain it – the world feels possible again.

Even as we live our lives apart it is comforting to know – you are only a dream away.

And I don’t want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not…not be able to do what I want with you.

I will say that if my wildest dreams come true, I will, like, wake up one day, and I will be Carol Dweck, right? Because she is like everything I want to be.

Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills.

“What if I’m tired when I get home? What if I don’t fill my days with frenetic activity?” “But one day you might wish you had.”

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.

May I say, for the benefit of those who have been carried away by the gossip of the last few days, that I know what’s going on.

I want some day to be able to love with the same intensity and unselfishness that parents love their children with.