Too often, we love for the wrong reasons, when we think the right one comes along.

A trusting heart will follow, only those who truly follow their heart.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.

You know you love something if you're willing to die for it, and you know it means nothing if you walk away from that which is dying.

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer.

Don't make prayer a consistent battle, but rather constantly pray against life's battles.

Find strength in your heartbeat, than weakness with a beat heart. Take each breath as another chance, and love for a new day.