Even when your heart washurting, there was something so hopeful about reading a book filled withlove. The pages were somewhat of a reminder that maybe one day I would beokay again. Maybe one day I would be all right.

...we’re all a little broken. If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.

Lo peor de perder a alguien que uno ama es el hecho de que también te pierdes a ti mismo.

Vale la pena tener el corazón roto por esos momentos de felicidad. Y los pedazos de un corazón se pueden volver a juntar. Quedarán cicatrices, claro, y alguna herida, y a veces los recuerdos del pasado llegan a quemar, pero eso quiere decir que has sobrevivido al incendio. Ese dolor marca tu renacer.

A fin de cuentas tu hogar no está en un sitio concreto, sino en una sensación que te proporcionan las personas que más te importan, una sensación que calma las llamas de tu alma.

Maybe the point of life is to teach us that we aren’t always going to be our past mistakes. Maybe the point of life is to open ourselves up to the things that we fear most—like love.Maybe the whole point of my life was to simply find you, even if it wasn’t meant to be forever.And that thought alone is enough to get me through each night of loneliness.

You build your whole life around another person, and you think you'll never be alone again, but then you are. It's the hardest feeling to deal with. Loneliness hurts. It burns in a way that feels worse than fire.