Quotes from Robert M. Drake

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Maybe one day we'll find that place, where you and I could be together and we'll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn't picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they'll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you're willing to be.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

She was broken, I think it's because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

It's funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.