5 Quotes by Kimberly Marie

Sometimes, it is not the memories that remain that hurt the worst. It is the ones you know you have already forgot.

And just like that, she found happiness in arms that were her own.

The space between good and evil grows in distance when splattered against a blank page.

You walked into my mess and called it your own. You looked into my heart and called it your home.

It would have been better if you had broken a bone. Then, at least I would know I would heal.