You can never tie a string to someone's heart to keep them from walking away; you can only love them in their freedom and hope that they choose to stay, hope that they love you back freely in the same way.

the sun doesn't apologize for shiningthe rain doesn't apologize for fallingthe birds don't apologize for singingthe trees don't apologize for growingyou don't need to apologize for being

I hope you choose patience. Even when you are overwhelmed by unknowns. When someone cannot give you answers, when you begin to wonder why you're here, when you simply want to give up: be patient. Some people are truly worth the wait.

You don’t need to be a fortress to be strong. You don’t need to build walls to keep yourself safe. Open the windows and let the breeze breathe life into your bones. Go outside, touch the earth with your bare hands, and remind yourself how it feels to plant the seeds of love and watch them bloom intosomething beautiful. Water those flowers well; your garden will reawaken in the sun.

You don’t need to be a fortress to be strong. You don’t need to build walls to keep yourself safe. Open the windows and let the breeze breathe life into your bones. Go outside, touch the earth with your bare hands, and remind yourself how it feels to plant the seeds of love and watch them bloom into something beautiful. Water those flowers well; your garden will reawaken in the sun.

I hope you choose love. Even when it would be easier to hate. When someone stirs white-hot rage within you, when they insult you, when they question your worth: be loving. Some people need your love more than you do.

You have been hurt, and you have hurt. You are no stranger to pain, anger or fear. Even so, you have given grace to others, and you have been shown forgiveness yourself. And that is what makes you so beautiful, I think. You have had every reason to give up, but you still chose love.

Look at how far you’ve come. Look at how much you’ve grown. If I don’t tell you enough that I am proud, I need you to know that I am. If I don’t tell you enough that I love you, I need you to know that I do.

Sometimesyou look at someoneand never thinkof them againSometimesyou look at someoneand are neverthe same again