Love people who hate you. Pray for people who have wronged you. It won’t just change their life…it’ll change yours.
Some people are loving no matter where they are or what they do.
Love. Is. A most delicate sacrifice. A most fragile offering of your own whole heart. And you survive the pain of loving through the joy of loving. Let it break. It is the only way.
I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.
The sweetest people have endured the greatest pain, which made them so lovable