It's not like I was worried about you or anything

I know that one day I want to fall in love and be loved in return, but I fear I cannot let anyone in.

I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.

We accept the love we think we deserve so maybe that’s why I don’t accept any.

You think you want to die, but you really want to be saved.

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

I hated you because I loved you.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

I am a slave of no one, I am a warrior on my own. And I don’t need a man to fight for me, but one who will fight with me.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

She is like a rose,she’s beautiful and enchanting but her roots are full of wounds.

I’m just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit.

Sometimes I forget that unsaid sentences do not mean unfelt emotions.

So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.