“I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.”

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.

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

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I HAVE ALWAYS believed that each man makes his own happiness and is responsible for his own problems.

Individuals sometimes feel insignificant and doubt that one person can really make a difference in this world. Well, believe me, one person can.

When you see me out I hope the taste in your mouth is still sweet as I wish it could be, believe me.

It’s good to believe in yourself, but there are people out there who can make or break you.

It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something

I believe no one can read the history of our country without realizing that the Good Book and the spirit of the Savior have from the beginning been our guiding geniuses.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.