Ink-stained fingers inscribed words on a page, some remain in my mind persistently expanding until they age.
Perfection is the killer of creativity. When we aim for perfection, we fail to take risks and try to meet other’s standards instead of trying to achieve our own.
Perfection shouldn’t be our intention; instead, let’s concentrate on progress and making strides in our own time, no one else’s. Don’t be afraid to fail, and don’t be scared to try, you learn the most from your shortcomings.
You were regularly part of my story; I didn’t realize there was an end.
Her mismatched eyes rivaled her outfit.
The only thing standing between you and me is a trust fund.
He was going back to the place he swore he would never see again.
She’d got him wrong, but that was her loss.
You couldn’t bother to find me when I needed to be sought.
Best friends since six turned into strangers by eighteen.
The hardest part of saying goodbye is watching you walk away and not look back.