“May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.”

When you master the art of being alone, darling you are indestructible.

Give yourself permission to be human. Human beings do not always feel high.

May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.

Keep your heart open. That someone is going to find you.

Read me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.

There is magic to be found on the road less traveled.

And then when you are ready, take off your armor and show me your scars.

I am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.

Thank you for still being there for yourself. For being strong. For being resilient. Keep going.

When the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.

How would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.

I am powerless in silencing the deafening thunder in my heart.

Someone once told me, wherever you are, whatever you do, always keep on upgrading yourself.

Your faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.

Go where you are celebrated, somewhere where the sun you carry in you will be seen and fully embraced by those who recognize it.

I will not allow myself to lose the child in me.

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

The trust to hold what is delicate within you should only be given to someone whose hands are as gentle as your heart.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

A tiny bit of obscure delicacy written all over her face at all times.

Rain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.