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.

It’s not the fall that kills you. It’s the sudden stop at the end.

Oh but that’s the irony, broken people are not fragile.

My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.

Broken girls become warriors– but I never liked fighting.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

It’s all on you.