“By nature, we want to be liked. We want to be accepted. But, most of the time, we allow our worth to be decided by the people on the sidelines. By people that see snapshots of our life but have… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I get pulled under the current, a wave of anxious thought flooding my mind. But, somehow, you help me find the surface. I… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“I fell in love with a boy, so effortlessly kind. He showed me a world of possibility, a world of beauty I had never… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Love can be completely nonsensical. It doesn’t always wait for the right time or the perfect circumstances. But, if it finds you, let it… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“We can feel damaged and sad and mad and know that it doesn’t make us any less worthy than when we didn’t feel that… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“How brave that our hearts find a way to continue beating even while they're breaking.” — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“I am worth more than these excuses. I am worth more than this inconsistent, unhealthy, disappointing dynamic. I am worthy of finding someone that… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“I have found that happiness is a defiant act of bravery in spite of a callous world.” — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“You’re looking for real love in a ‘right now’ culture. And, many people might mistake you for just a ‘right now’ person. But, don’t… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“I know this life isn’t fair. I know that beauty will fade and hard times will grip our hearts and darkness will threaten to… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.” — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Somehow, when you look at me, you still see the good despite all of the ugly sides of me that often consume the reflection… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“It’s like a broken bone that never healed quite right. An ache that I feel on cold days when the chill of your memory… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
