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

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

I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.

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.

You have it in your power to make your days on Earth a path of flowers, instead of a path of thorns.

He’ll keep somedaying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.

We are now at the point where we must decide whether we are to honour the concept of a plural society which gains strength through diversity, or whether we are to have bitter fragmentation that will result in perpetual tension and strife.

A wise man should marry a virgin of a respectable family even if she is deformed. He should not marry one of a low-class family, through beauty. Marriage in a family of equal status is preferable.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

It is better to live under a tree in a jungle inhabited by tigers and elephants, to maintain oneself in such a place with ripe fruits and spring water, to lie down on grass and to wear the ragged barks of trees than to live amongst one’s relations when reduced to poverty.

Some people have a way with words, and other people; oh, uh, not have way.

I believe the single most significant decision I can make on a day-to-day basis is my choice of attitude. It is more important than my past, my education, my bankroll, my successes or failures, fame or pain, what other people think of me or say about me, my circumstances, or my position.