If love were human I would’ve set them on fire by now – a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I’d breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love’s destruction, its mortality filling in the hollow of my ribcage without a heart.
They say time heals all wounds. I am still waiting…
Harboring anger, hatred and resentment within you, is containing the venom within you. You are the only one affected…
That her own self-deception and self-absorption, her own slavery to the society and family in which she had been brought up, had reduced this blameless man to a weeping wreck struck her as horrific. She saw more clearly than she had ever seen before that she must change, or keep hurting the people who truly loved her.
It’s regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.
In this place you could not feel anything, except pain and the foreknowledge of pain.
The pain of problems is a call to find solutions rather than a reason for unhappiness and inaction, so it’s silly, pointless, and harmful to be upset at the problems and choices that come at you (though it’s understandable).
Don’t ever forget you are beautiful, although your life, your past and your present situation may be ugly. You are beautiful.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you’re frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.