We never made it, did we?

You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.

I’m tired of fighting. For once, I want to be fought for.

Sometimes I don’t even take off my wedding ring when I cheat on my husband.

I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.

My best friend told me he loved me on his death bed.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

Life goes on, with or without you.

I don’t think all writers are sad. I think it’s the other way around– all sad people write.

Do not light yourself on fire trying to keep others warm.