“he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me”

“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn't know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person I was. it was a reflection of everything I gave to you. coming back to me. how di...”

“i was musicbut you had your ears cut off”

“most importantly lovelike it's the only thing you knowat the end of the day all this means nothingthis page where you're sitting your degree your jobyour money nothing even matters except love and ...”

“my heart woke me crying last nighthow can i help i beggedmy heart said write the book”

“stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you”

“here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didnt understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can...”

“Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.”

“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.”

“Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.”

“You are the owner and keeper of your word. Distribute them wisely.”

“I found a word, and carefully placed it next to another. Soon I had a bridge and a pathway to a wonderful future.”

“And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.”