Beauty isn't really beauty if it fades. Its a glimpse, a flicker of hope to carry you on. It's that rose that blows away in the wind, not the tree that withstands all the storms.

When times get hard, unbearable, and there seems to be no hope or way out in sight; remember this: You have been through unbearable times before, and you will go through them again, you are strong enough, you are smart enough, and you are simply enough.

Sometimes the best gifts in life are the lessons you allow yourself to learn, the hurt you allow yourself to forgive, the strength you give yourself to move past it, and the joy in knowing you had it in you all along

Sometimes you have to find the strength to forgive someone every time you think of them. It might get easier over time, but you have to allow the emotions to wash over you. It's almost like mourning the loss of someone who never passed. 

Love is an action, not an explaination.

Love is the hardest thing to describe, easiest thing felt, most wanted, fragile, life-changing phenomenon. It seems to be easier to give than receive. It can be expressed in so many ways but we find it in all the wrong places. Why does it seem we want it to be difficult, we want it to be laced in tragedy before it's worthy of us. Why do have this ever constant need to define our own path to our heart.