The curves of your lips rewrite history.

Kiss me, so I remember how.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you.

Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.