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

If you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else.

If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not.

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.

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.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.

Every heart has its own skeletons.

Have patience, heart.

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

When pure sincerity forms within, it is outwardly realized in other people’s hearts.

My heart’s a dance of fear.

New Beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.