Halsey

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

I’m fading away, you know I used to be on fire.

She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

You first.’ The only way love works.

When she laughed she was beautiful, when she cried she was beautiful, but, when she was determined she was sexy as hell.

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

There is no remedy for love, but to love more.

I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

Barack and I were both raised by families who didn’t have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable – their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head.

Love is the absence of judgment.

It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.