Self Acceptance Quotes - Page 4

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

Time' is the most threatening four letter word.

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

You haunt my days and dreams.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was - some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself…

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

Our true self is made manifest in love.