Know your Worth

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.

Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.

I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.

I'm in pain because the day is ending and somehow l am never healing.

Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.

I hope you find someone you can't live without. l really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.

It’s a dark place, not knowing. It’s difficult to surrender to. But I guess it’s where we live most of the time. I guess it’s where we all live, so maybe it doesn’t have to be so lonely. Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty.

I've been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.

Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away. "But, Lena, that's sad." No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.

Nobody else will ever be able to save me if I'm not fighting as hard as I can to save myself.

I have discovered that insanity and writing are not much different; Insanity is just more bearable past midnight.

The more you look into and understand yourself, the less judgmental you become towards others.

When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.