There is so much wisdom around you, be wise follow none.

Leaves doesn't wait for autumn to shed, they shed when they are ready, bad experiences doesn't wait, they leave when you are ready.

You weep for a week, secretly keep an eye on for a month and then you realize how big of a prize you are and how little your lover had to offer.

Some express, some write and some just feel it.

There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced even with a glance.

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.