Donna Lynn Hope

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 tell or not having anyone that cares enough to ask. Perhaps it__ not one person that is to blame, but both.

She doesn't give directions but there is a pot of gold at the end of her rainbow...Find it. If you can.

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 for something more and what she had been in search of remained removed from her, and the more she erected barriers, the more they crossed them and each time they did, she turned from them and hid.

Life is for the loved, not the lonely." She lamented. "Although it's the lonely who try to make the world and its inhabitants less so.

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, endure hardships and learn from what challenges them. Suffering purifies and makes beautiful, but only if the gem can shine.

She__ a sickness in my head.__hen get well.What you feel is self-made and attended to over time. You want to let go but are unwilling to let go because you are getting something from it; An escape? An excuse? Bondage?You are idealizing another person, building up the idea of them, and making them a legend in your own mind.Is it really a sickness or something you can control?The question is: do you even want to?Each time a thought creeps into your mind, you choose whether to give it freedom to remain or to wander. You can rebuke it or replace it. After all, it__ your mind.

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

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

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

I didn't sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren't here, haunting with their memory.

The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.

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

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 back, taunting her with what she left behind, knowing she can never recapture what's gone.

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.

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.

Never go to another woman about your woman. Not unless you want an insidious form of advice.

You may want the alpha, but the alpha has his pick.

When it comes to men, I appreciate them, don__ bash them and never love them.