I survive on quiet, chaos is too destructive.
Isn’t love all about letting someone step into your heart and keeping the door open in case they want to leave?
My phone’s in my hand almost every second of the day so if you think I’m ignoring you I probably am.
Not everyone is placid enough to build bridges over. Not everyone is submissive enough to allow dams. Some are meant to be free. Flowing.
I am in that phase of my life where I don’t have energy to explain myself to anyone. I really can’t ponder over who left and who’s staying.
If you’re close to her, everyone would know it. If they don’t, only you think you’re close to her.
They tell you to turn into a new leaf and then complain about your faded colour.
That little dance I do each night, tossing in my bed from side to side, when your words like an enchanting flute, play in my head!
Healing is painful because you have to revisit the wound.
You can’t unwrite the tragedies life engraves into your bones; you can just give them a voice.
Behind every great man, there is a MOTHER!
There will be a time when all of the pieces will fit together and we will understand the reason for the pain.
There’s something magical in not giving up.
The tongue weighs practically nothing, but so few people can hold it.
I am just one heartbreak away from my next book.
The only link between my experience as an employee and that of an entrepreneur is all in one word: Passion.
Everyone has that one ex that they don’t claim.
Your morning voice, your tired laugh. I want to drown forever in it all.
The roads I’ve abandoned. The people I’ve left behind.
We’re strangers again, but this time with shared memories.