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

I want to know how you feel and I don’t mean the pretty stuff, I mean the stuff you’re afraid to say out loud.

That just because you Love someone doesn’t mean your supposed to be with them.

There comes a point where you stop trying to make others feel good about who you are and just want to feel good about yourself.

She goes on. Despite the fears, struggles, obstacles and disappointments. She lives for love of self, love of life, and maybe one day for the love of someone else.

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

Stop looking for forever in temporary people.

I hope you learn to let go of all the things not meant for you.

I’m sorry never made it better. I just let it suffice.

I hate and love that there’s no hiding who I am from you.

There will be those who seek to destroy you and everything you stand for. No matter what, keep building.

I’ve defined love in so many ways before this moment, but this is by far my favorite.

He stares at me and I know, I know for once that I mean the world to someone.

Why are you waiting around for someone who has not chosen you.

You’re supposed to help your partner progress and push them to be the best version of themselves.

She went through a snowstorm just to lie by his side. He wouldn’t even walk through the rain.

You were never worth the chase and I was always worth the effort.

I’m still at the beginning of my career. It’s all a little new, and I’m still learning as I go.

But then, I suppose, when with the benefit of hindsight one begins to search one’s past for such ‘turning points’, one is apt to start seeing them everywhere.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

When I began to rap, I wasn’t taking it real serious. As I start seeing good things, it’s getting serious.

When all the thoughts are concerning one thing and the person loses interest in other things, the melancholy begins.

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.

In the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the army nor the rebels. As it turned out, both sides lost.

So valuable to heaven is the dignity of the human soul that every member of the human race has a guardian angel from the moment the person begins to be.