Courage, dear heart

“Some get angry because God put thorns on roses. Others praise Him for putting roses among thorns.”

“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.”

“You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I’ll rise. You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you make kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise.”

“She is the brightest star on the darkest night because she understands how it feels to be lost She is the mountain that offers support and shelter because she understands what it means to be a survivor But she is also the ocean, pulling her waves back into herself as she rests between breaths- And she hopes that the world understands that even the sun must set to be able to rise.”

I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention & one day I decided I had better things to do.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

She is the brightest star on the darkest night because she understands how it feels to be lost She is the mountain that offers support and shelter because she understands what it means to be a survivor But she is also the ocean, pulling her waves back into herself as she rests between breaths-  And she hopes that the world understands that even the sun must set to be able to rise.

Intensity.

Faith

Sunshine all the time makes a desert.

It’s the same old story, time and time again, That boy, he doesn’t love you Maybe he will in a few days, or a week, or a month, Or maybe he’ll start to take you feelings for granted, and go straight into the arms of another woman, Either way, right now, he doesn’t love you, But here’s the thing: I love you And I won’t ever take your feelings for granted, so believe me when I give you this advice, Turn away from this boy and do not ever look back

lonely women can be large and messy in beds that do not miss the ones who left, women who relish space, who hold it against their chests, who remember themselves as something other than someone else’s miracle, women who see God in her fingers, the middle one raised to the sky