In our world, dear reader, sad and terrible things often happen, though I wish I could tell you otherwise. But strangely wonderful things also occur, and this is the truth that makes life worth living.
Life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond.
She lived on a steady diet of hope and poetry.
I am everything the darkness could not kill.
My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.
Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?
The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.
No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.
Every pain of loss tells a story of love.
You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.
You’ll never have control over other people’s decisions, or what cards life deals you. Your power lies in the choosing of your response. That is the one thing you can control.
To love, we must remove our armor, exposing our heart. For love cannot be had without the risk of being wounded.
I’m a pusher dealing hope, at the intersection of Desire and Despair.
And if we never visit Paris, that’s okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.
Even when your heart is blue, I’ll safely hold it. I really don’t mind these indigo-stained hands.
When I was younger, not fitting in felt like a flaw. Now it feels like freedom.
When did your flight plan become a holding pattern, always circling happiness, but never allowed to land? Distracted by in-flight movies, drinks, and snacks, until the fuel runs out. Is this really all there is? Is this what you want out of life?
And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again.
What is love, if not two people saving each other from loneliness, and healing each other’s wounds?
We’re all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?