“Your mother is in a habit of offering more love than you can carry.”

You have so much yet you are always hungry for more. The trick to being well-fed is you have to stop looking up at everything you don’t have and look around at everything you do.

Don’t mistake salt for sugar, if he wants to be with you he will, it’s that simple.

How can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.

What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives.

On the first day of love, you wrapped me in the word special.

I was music but you had your ears cut off.

Every revolution starts and ends with his lips.

It must hurt to know I am your most beautiful regret.

My heart aches for sisters more than anything it aches for women helping women like flowers ache for spring.

That is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. Entire souls to please their own.

You’ve touched me without even touching me.

I am losing parts of you like I lose eyelashes unknowingly and everywhere.

This morning I told the flowers what I’d do for you and they blossomed.

My heart is beating, and I’m breathing, and nothing anybody has ever done has changed that.

You cannot leave and have me too I cannot exist in two places at once-when you ask if we can still be friends.

You were not wrong for leaving you were wrong for coming back and thinking you could have me when it was convenient and leave when it was not.

Get into the habit of saying, ”Speak, Lord,” and life will become a romance.

Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.

We are what we think we are. The habitual inclination of our thoughts determines our talents and abilities, and our personality. So whatever you want to be, start to develop that pattern now.

The beginning of a habit is like an invisible thread, but every time we repeat the act we strengthen the strand, add to it another filament, until it becomes a great cable and binds us irrevocably thought and act.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

I pity from the bottom of my heart any individual who is so unfortunate as to get into the habit of holding race prejudice, for nothing else makes one so blind and narrow.

The point is to know how to use the colours, the choice of which is, when all’s said and done, a matter of habit.

The habit of spending nearly every waking moment lost in thought leaves us at the mercy of whatever our thoughts happen to be. Meditation is a way of breaking this spell.