Someone once said that love is the closest thing to magic that this world has, but magic enchants, deceives and casts a spell.

When someone attempts to insult you know that they are inadvertently giving away what would insult them.

Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.

Three of them have the gift of sight but two of them ignore it when what they want most is to believe “this one” will be different.

I need to stop saying LMAO because that is precisely what’s happening; I wish I could rewind time by two decades, immortalize my derriere in wax, and then kiss it goodbye.

Just because you talk about it or advocate for one position doesn’t mean you care more. Just because someone doesn’t talk about it and advocates a different position doesn’t mean they care less.

Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.

Powerful words that penetrate the psyche are not forgotten while silence is.

He was on her mind but she doesn’t let anyone stay for too long.

Just following orders’ is no excuse unless you’re in the bedroom.

I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.

Obsession; when thoughts are held captive and no longer your own.

Sometimes, despite how your heart feels, you have to do what you must in order to get the result you need. When it’s impossible to walk away then you need to make it hurt and...

We deny more than we confess. We hide more than we reveal. We assume because it makes us feel exposed if we have to ask. It’s easier to say “I feel nothing” than to admit...

I’d rather know a man’s sincerity than his love. Whereas I have never needed the latter, one can always count on the former.

Why do people assume? If I hate you, I’ll tell you. In this case, it’s not hate. It’s hurt. I’ll lick my wounds, which only oozed because I gave a damn, and be over it...

Some things you sentence yourself to life for.

She walked in somber seclusion, unable to connect with women despite her heart’s desire to do so while being shadowed by men who hungered for the indefinable; and while she yearned for friendship, they yearned...

There is the love that I love but don’t want to love and try to bleed out so the love that I want but don’t want, can die a tragic death. And as it lays...

In addition to unfinished business, some ghosts haunt so that they will be remembered.

Friendship is a sacred thing and I do not extend the word lightly. I’ve had long-term romances in my life but few genuine friendships. I am exceedingly picky about who I let in my inner...

Her heart is as soft as her curves and neither are easy to access.

He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.

If someone calls you a failure it’s more than likely they feel like one.

If you are without contention and still have the ability to make people think, their ego is going to take a hit and as a result they’re not going to like you. They don’t want...

She doesnt want your dark embrace. She’ll let you hold her for a short time but she won’t submit to that kind of weakness and she’ll only let you get so close. In the past...

Youth. I don’t seek it through another because I have it within; it’s a state of mind, a spirit that is free, and a mind that is playful. The shell of my being is altered...

You’re not interesting in the least,” she spat. “I don’t need to be,” I smiled. “That’s what you need…And you’re welcome to it.

When you stand next to beauty and know you’re not, you either feel inferior or you’re thankful for the ones who saw you and loved you anyway.

Have you seen what wolves do to their prey? But they do mate for life.

A gem, like you, is made beautiful by being polished. It’s not an easy undertaking, but a stone that exists undisturbed among others just is…but the most beautiful stand out because they face being alone,...

Don’t allow someone not worth it to have the power to occupy your thoughts. If they don’t find you worth the effort or the time, why should you waste yours?

We know what we should do. Age is no excuse. Do we go to others for permission or for discipline?

I write for ghosts; the ghosts I can’t see but I know stick around. Some I know are good. Others I know are bad. The first bring me nostalgic comfort while the latter instill unease.

Tough break-up? Trash stinks, which is why you toss it.

I don’t admire the person who hides from the world and claims enlightenment. To be purified you have to be tested and there is no better test of strength than dealing with other people.

I’m impressed when men go the distance to show they give a damn. That says nothing about the woman and everything about the man.

Anger met with anger only increases enmity rather than diffusing a tense situation. Anger, in turn, gives birth to hate. In such cases the wisest thing to do is not to engage through emotion. Emotions...

She didn’t care about anything, or maybe she cared too much.

She may have been among them but she could never be one of them. She was without inclusion for-as-much as she was not “one of the girls” and she wasn’t “one of the guys.” She...

She used to wander through the past as often as it beckoned her, bemoaning the loss of nostalgia. Then, for a while, she turned from it, blissfully free of its noxious clutch, and now it’s...

Theirs was a tug-of-war and neither could let go. Both felt the burn and still wouldn’t let go. Some might call it a game for neither could admit defeat.

I’d love to have the kind of friend who would visit me before visiting a man. Otherwise I know where I’m ranked, which is below him.

Grab tightly to the reigns of passion and ride into glory for without it life would be stagnant and you would be a spirit without cause.

Only strong women, and they seem to be rare, can handle a frank and direct woman who doesn’t sweet-talk or need others to nerve her. You can identify the easily intimidated because they need a...

Some writers are born. Others learn. I was born a writer but have a lot to learn.

There are those that wonder which is worse: Not being able to reach out or not having anyone to reach for. There are some that ponder which is the greater ache: Not being able to...

Well…that’s going in the trash. (I’m not referring to an enemy either).

The more candles on my cake means I get a little more exercise in blowing them out.

My fear is that he’ll forget me,” she bemoaned with crystalline sadness. I took her hand, limp with loss and held it. “I’d rather not be remembered by any man as it saves me the...