I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.

Don’t be upset by the results you didn’t get from the work you didn’t do.

Satan tries to limit your praying because he knows your praying will limit him.

They’ll hate you if you’re pretty. They’ll hate you if your not. They’ll hate you for what you lack and
they’ll hate you for what you’ve got.

Hate requires caring, in which case, I couldn’t possibly hate you.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that by hating someone we hurt them. But
hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do to others, we also do to ourselves.

I’ve learned… that people will forget what you said, will forget what you did, but people will never forget
how you made them feel.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel
it.

There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page or closing the book.

You know you’re on the right track when you’re uninterested in looking back.

The moment you feel like you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment you should
absolutely walk away.

“Sorry.

Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take
a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of
things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of
consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really,
is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.

Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that
begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true.
Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's
an offering. A gift.”

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

Sometimes friends make mistakes. Grievous ones that cry out for us to stay and prove we are true
friends

It is not true that everyone is special. It is true that everyone was once special and still possesses the
ability to recover it
When a relationship of love is disrupted, the relationship does not cease. The love continues; therefore,
the relationship continues. The work of grief is to reconcile and redeem life to a different love
relationship

Saving you is the only thing that will bring me peace for all the wrong I have done. That is my truth

“If there is anything worse than evil, it is nothingness. At least evil has a form, and a voice, and a
purpose, however depraved. Perhaps some good can even come out of evil: a terrible deed of violence
against someone weaker may lead others to act in order to ensure that such a deed is not perpetrated
again, whereas before they might have been unaware of the reasons why an individual might behave in
such a way, or they might simply have chosen to ignore them. And evil, as we saw with the Blacksmith,
always contains within itself the possibility of its own redemption. It is not evil that is the enemy of hope:
it is nothingness.”

“When someone you love dies, you are given the gift of "second chances". Their eulogy is a reminder
that the living can turn their lives around at any point. You’re not bound by the past; that is who you
used to be. You’re reminded that your feelings are not who you are, but how you felt at that moment.
Your bad choices defined you yesterday, but they are not who you are today. Your future doesn’t have to
travel the same path with the same people. You can start over. You don’t have to apologize to people
that won’t listen. You don’t have to justify your feelings or actions, during a difficult time in your life. You
don’t have to put up with people that are insecure and want you to fail. All you have to do is walk
forward with a positive outlook, and trust that God has a plan that is greater than the sorrow you left
behind. The people of quality that were meant to be in your life won’t need you to explain the beauty of
your heart. They already understand what being human is----a roller coaster ride of emotions during
rainstorms and sunshine, sprinkled with moments when you can almost reach the stars.”

One cannot undo what has happened. But the unavoidable march of time offers the wise opportunities
for redemption. I entreat you, do not escape. Stay in this world and do your karma.

Never forget what you were saved from.

God can allow you to pass through storms and get to your success. But what the devil loves to do is to
make you not to realize, that the storm is over. He wishes to keep you in condemnation even at the time
you have to feel liberated.

Sometimes you only get one chance to rewrite the qualities of the character you played in a person's life
story. Always take it. Never let the world read the wrong version of you.
“Sometimes, most times, when I think back to the people that I loved, the person that I was... I feel like
I'm reading the pages of a book written about someone else's life. I can't believe that was me. I can't
believe that was you. I can't believe there was an us. It's not that I regret it. It just doesn't feel like it
happened to me and yet, I can't forget it. I feel like it's still refracting and reflecting back on me, haunting
me. God intercepted my mind, my thoughts, my mistakes, my shame. He changed me from the inside
out. But I'm afraid you still see the stain. God, let them see my heart, look at You and Your still-in-
progress work of art. Help us all to look beyond our burned bridges, charred reputations, scattered
shards of memories, and gaze at the One who took on the weight of all the hate to find the freedom in
redemption that we all crave.”

The deaf who deny they are deaf will never hear; the sinners who deny there is sin deny thereby the
remedy of sin, and thus cut themselves off forever from Him Who came to redeem.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from
resurrection.

Not every story has a happy ending, ... but the discoveries of science, the teachings of the heart, and the
revelations of the soul all assure us that no human being is ever beyond redemption. The possibility of
renewal exists so long as life exists. How to support that possibility in others and in ourselves is the
ultimate question.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the
pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the
floor and move the fuck on.

It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you
realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful
memories, but find yourself moving on.

You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You will have to
rise up and say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this
get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.

Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only
person you really have control over is yourself.

Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order
to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old
pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life.

Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.
Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be
fixed, because they should not be fixed. You're aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined
the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can't be with each other anymore. Because
you shouldn't be.

Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something; forgiveness, however, is for those who
are substantial enough to move on.

there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water,
there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.

One of the best times for figuring out who you are & what you really want out of life? Right after a break-
up.

2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.

4am alone and on my way.

These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise
the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this
way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?

.
2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do
this.
There is no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

Do the things that you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back, don't think just do, more
than anything I want to see you go, take a glorious bite out of the whole world.

Don't go through life; grow through life.

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I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But
I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of
the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the
chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no
matter where your headed.

To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick
of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a
lifetime to perfect.

grief is the price we pay for love.

True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words an intimate kiss or a embrace; before two
people are married, love is expressed in self-control, patience, even words left unsaid.