When it was over, nothing defined us: other than the moments that made us feel free.
She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.
I have no desire to fit in. No plans to walk with the crowd. I have my own mind, heart and soul. I am me and it has taken me years to realize how important that is.
She was never crazy, she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild... and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.
Madness is somewhere between chaos and having a dream.
How beautiful is it that we live in a world where nothing lasts forever. We must learn to fall in love with the love inside us, only then every moment living will be worth dying for.
We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim.
She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.
I can tell you’re not yourself lately and I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.
Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little.