“I think that there’s a difference between getting your heart broken and getting let down.”

At a certain point, if you chase two rabbits, you lose them both.

My gut is telling me that if you make something you love, you should just put it out into the world.

I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

My conversations with my mom have always been and will always be some of my favorite memories.

I have this really high priority on happiness and finding something to be happy about.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you’re heartbroken, but tomorrow you’ll be in love again.

The past is the past. Don’t let it kill you.

I once believed love would be burning red.

Be careful with what you say. A girl remembers everything.

We don’t wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach.

Even if you’re happy with the life you’ve chosen, you’re still curious about the other options.

A great song will say how you feel better than you ever could.

I keep one eye on the path I didn’t choose every day.

No matter how bad your day is, just be grateful this day is added to your life.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

Everything worth experiencing in life has the potential to break your heart.

You haven’t broken me, You’ve only cracked open my out shell and I thank you for releasing the warrior from within.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.

I am his, as he is mine. That is truth. And it is unbreakable.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

If it comes, let it. If it goes, let it.