“There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.”

Sometimes you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel until you’ve learned how to live in the dark.

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.

Help isn’t helpful for the unwilling.

I will dance under stars I can not see; and I will hold hands I can not yet reach.

Sometimes anger is a form of passion that isn’t being listened too.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

You didn’t break my heart, I did. It was the only way to let you out of it.

Stand up to an obstacle. Just stand up to it, that’s all, and don’t give way under it, and it will finally break. You will break it. Something has to break, and it won’t be you, it will be the obstacle.

Life isn’t trying to break you down. It’s trying to break you open.

My heart has never been broken, I’ve never broken anyone else’s.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.

Pain is Pain. Broken is Broken. FEAR is the Biggest Disability of all. And will PARALYZE you More Than Being in a Wheelchair.

I just hope people see that if God can do something beautiful with my broken pieces, then God truly has a plan for each and everyone of us.

Meeting you was life-changing so was losing you.