“All I wanted was to be held by you, thank you for setting me free.”

My heart is aching and my eyes tearing, will i ever get the love i always keep trying to give others?

We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

Things have changed, pain doesn’t scare me anymore love does.

So much love to give but none to give too.

I broke my own heart in loving yours.

To hate is easy loving takes courage.

You made me realize that i could be loved and beautiful too, that i could be counted amongst the moon and stars too.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?

This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?

When a women awakens, she bows to no man. she can even bring the heavens to their knees. you are a woman, know your power.

I know i say i don’t care, but if you were on the verge of dying i’d give you my life.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

You would be so proud of me, if you knew of all the ways i’ve turnt my pain into art.

You said you liked me smiling, then why did you leave me crying?

I’m not even an atheist so much as I am an antitheist; I not only maintain that all religions are versions of the same untruth, but I hold that the influence of churches, and the effect of religious belief, is positively harmful.

In every heart there is an inner room, where we can hold our greatest treasures and our deepest pain.

That’s the most difficult issue for me – to find a subject that holds my interest long enough that I’m prepared to go to work and spend the time and energy to shoot the subject.

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it’s like they are holding the baby of you.

All God’s giants have been weak men and women who have gotten hold of God’s faithfulness.

How beautiful it is to find a broken heart, to hold it in your hands and give it a place to stay, without fetching a needle and thread.

And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.

The point is that most of what we currently hold sacred is not sacred for any reason other than that it was thought sacred yesterday.