Цитаты из книг — Courtney Peppernell

You could beg someone to heal you in all the ways you can't heal yourself. But other people are not bandages. You are your own journey.

It’s exhausting to be locked in your head with all these thoughts that tie you down. Just for one moment, try with all your might to let go of all the things that stop you from being you.

you deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3 am you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour you deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are and if you let me I’ll show you every day I promise

you’ll end up surprising yourself you know. like how strong you are and how much your heart can grow. one minute you’re in pieces and broken on the floor and the next you’re putting on your shoes and heading out the door. remember all those that smiled at you and who told you to have a good day. they are the little gifts…

i hope you find someone who never makes you question your own self-worth. i hope you find someone who chases your happiness as much as their own. i hope you find someone who supports you in the things you are passionate about. i hope you find someone who you can laugh with and sit in silence with and share your deepest…

i have been a little off balance since the day i met you. this is because i had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned

i think that if you let me i’d treat you like the sky. i’d join up all your insecurities bundle all your flaws into a new constellation and search for it endlessly. i know you don’t see yourself the way i see you and you still argue when i call you beautiful. but all the things you can’t stand about yourself are all the…

this is me. i am the eye of the storm and my heart is a little broken. but if you want me, i’m yours

i swore i would never be happy again the day you said let’s just be friends. but the world goes on even when lovers go their separate ways. so i will carry on in the hopes i’ll find another lover someday

your heart is the sun and its gravity pulls me closer to you each day. but the sun destroys all that it touches at least this is what they say

we cannot all be artists and i must admit i do not know how to paint but if i were to take a palette all my colours would be of you

love is not always roses, honey and tea. sometimes it is difficult being you, and sometimes it is difficult being me. and in the night if we are restless and our love struggles to make sense, know that i will fight for us. because i love you, and i know now that you love me

I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at 3am. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before coffee and after coffee and in between. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful with messy hair and eyes half closed. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you put on your black dress or wear your slippers…

they say don’t fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. but i say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city

if i were to build a house i'd have your arms as the walls your eyes as the windows your smile as the front door your heart as the fireplace and your soul as my light and in this house i’d place my faith knowing i’d finally found a home

if you are in love and the love is returned, be grateful. because if you take love for granted, it will be overturned

and you and i are different but we are together. i like to believe whatever world we are in we are in love and together

and if the moon could talk i wonder if he would tell the night just how lovely she is with all those stars shining bright