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

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

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.

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

Don’t let feeling lonely be a gateway to letting people who aren’t really for you into your life.

You deserve to be with someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.

You and I were always made for this moment. Fate may have brought us together, but we chose to stay.

No one knows the things you have endured like you. Your flaws tell your story there is no need to hide them.

We say we love ourselves but allow others to mistreat us. How?

While you were claiming to protect me from others, someone should have protected me from you.

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

When the world cries I cry. and when the world sings I still find myself crying.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?