If you let a person talk long enough you'll hear their true intentions. Listen twice. Speak once.
The worst crying is when you're lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don't make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart's breaking and you're thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't.
You never know the last time you'll see a place. Or a person.
How to murder someone:
Tell them you love them and never talk to them again.
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
I know I'm smiling. But look into my eyes. Is this happiness?
If they respect you, respect them. If they disrespect you, still respect them. Do not allow the actions of others to decrease your good manners, because you represent yourself, not others.
Having a rough day? Place your hand over your heart. Feel that? That's called purpose. You're alive for a reason. Don't give up.
Don't cry too much, dear. For the blur in your eyes may cause you to see the world differently.
