“I guess what I’ve always wanted was someone who loves me enough to match my effort.”

I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The war between my mind and my heart has been the biggest destruction of my peace.

We cling to others because we feel like we won’t be able to do better. If you keep telling yourself that, then that’s all you’ll ever believe.

We willingly bleed ourselves dry for those we care without ever stopping to question, when is it enough?

I never wanted perfect. I just wanted happy. I’m still figuring out what that looks like.

In a world where so many yearn to be liked I rather be respected.

I write what I can’t say. I weep for these emotions.

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.

Sometimes letting go isn’t the loss you think it is.

Do not make excuses for someone not reciprocating what you give. You deserve someone who’s supportive and brings you happiness.

The first time you walked away, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every time after that, it felt normal.

Don’t get stuck with someone who’s not willing to commit all because you’re afraid to be alone.

Pain is inevitable. It’s how we choose to heal that matters.

I don’t need a big wedding just someone worth spending the rest of my life with.

Tools and instruments which can ease the effort of labor considerably are themselves not a product of labor but of work; they do not belong in the process of consumption but are part and parcel of the world of use objects.

The last century has produced an abundance of ideologies that pretend to be keys to history but are actually nothing but desperate efforts to escape responsibility.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that the right thoughts and right efforts inevitably bring about the right results.

To like many people spontaneously and without effort is perhaps the greatest of all sources of personal happiness.

Life is indistinguishable from effortful maintenance.

Let us not try to be the best or worst of others, but let us make the effort to be the best of ourselves.

Progress and civilization are the results of the efforts of genius, not the gossip of the majority.

The effort isn’t exhausting when it’s made for the right people.