We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.

Why should you worry about the future? You don’t even know the present properly. Take care of the present and the future will take care of itself.

And what still shocks me is how often thing that hurts you, looks like the thing that helps you.

I turn and I slowly walk away and I don’t look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.

*I. hate. this. stupid. word. count. on. picks. it's like 3 words max.*

This the most, and crossing bridges and the future/present ones.

So relatable!

plus ^ that one!