Liz Newman Quotes

A woman has but two loves in life: the one who broke her heart and the one she spends the rest of her life with." - Carolyn Chase, former Broadcast Journalist and heroine Kate Theodore's mother

I am worth more than these excuses. I am worth more than this inconsistent, unhealthy, disappointing dynamic. I am worthy of finding someone that is never going to allow us to settle into this toxic, distorted version of love.

I bathed myself in silence, wrapped warmly in the comfort of the quiet. Yes, the stillness accepts us as we are.

Her eyes look tired, but it’s her soul that’s truly weary.

I look forward to the day that I can feel nothing but indifference for you. Just like you were able to do from the moment that you walked away.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

Find a love that listens even when you’re not saying anything, that knows the infinite ways you express yourself in silence, and can interpret the quiet as though you’re screaming to be heard.

Sometimes, People just aren’t going to get it It’s an ever-elusive concept, to be understood All you can hope for Is that you find someone that tries. Find someone that tries.

I was missing you, but not for the person you were. I was missing you for the version of you I made up in my mind. I was missing the possibilities of what could have been. I was missing the potential I thought I saw in you. I was missing you for the glimpses I thought I saw of our future and for that hopes I had that I could be a girl worth changing for.

Falling in love with you was out of my control, but I do have a say in what happens next. And, I will choose to stay in love with you through everything this life throws at us.

Fear is a fickle friend who will loyally stand by your side as long as you allow it to diminish you.

And you find that sometimes you search to fill a void that doesn’t exist until you venture out far enough to create it.

The Mask We often pair the turmoil in our mind With a calm exterior, Hoping that the mask Will serve as a floodgate To hold back the chaos Of our swirling thoughts

We left this love in ruins, wreckage and debris. A ghost of our former glory, artifacts of what used to be.

I promise permanence. I promise persistence. I promise that falling in love was just the beginning for us.

Her legacy was that she loved with all she had, whether you deserved it or not.

Of Ruin and Renewal We are souls Of ruin and renewal Sorting through the rubble Of our painful past. We are souls Of ruin and renewal Waiting for the dust To settle at last We are souls Of ruin and renewal Searching for eyes that see us And walk through the debris We are souls Of ruin and renewal, We rebuild, we revive, We repurpose our own story.

Some stories can only be appreciated by the storyteller Some adventures can only be preserved in the heart of the adventurer.

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 way.

Like radars, restless and searching.

Your heart has always been willing to bleed, to ache, to humble itself for love. And, when you’ve had enough, your heart will be the last to let go.

You don’t have to stop fighting for others, you just have to remember to fight for yourself too.

I jolt out of sleep and cold sweats creep on as they always do. Waking from one nightmare only to be haunted by the memory of you.

Somehow, when you look at me, you still see the good despite all of the ugly sides of me that often consume the reflection I see.

You’ve been looking for someone else while losing yourself along the way.

Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

When my world was nothing but darkness I set my soul on fire.

How brave that our hearts find a way to continue beating even while they're breaking.

I lived for so long without you, only dreaming of the concept of you. And, now that I know you, I can't imagine going back there... to a me that didn't know your name.

Some people create. Some people critique.

I’ll never become the person you want me to be, but I might become the person that I want to be.

Give people the benefit of the doubt, over and over again, and do the same for yourself. Believe that you’re trying and that they’re trying. See the good in others, so it brings out the best in you.

I fell in love with your strength and your heart. I fell in love with your quirks and your stories. I fell in love with every part of you, the good and the bad. Mostly, I fell in love with creating a life with you.

Spilled Ink It seemed unfair And unfinished, And now it would always be tragic. Because you kept Loving them Even when the story ended. And there was nowhere To spill the ink Of the heartbreak their absence wrote.

Protect your heart from thoughtless people who have no regard for the damage they cause. For they are reckless in their pursuit and hasty in their retreat, taking only what they wanted and leaving you to deal with the aftermath.

I had completely lost myself in pursuit of you, and I couldn’t recognize who I had become. It took looking in the mirror that day to realize that it was time for a change. I had traded in my relationship with myself in hopes of having a relationship with you, and it was time for me to make it up to that girl in the mirror.

I run my fingers down the spines of old books and ancient tales. I smell the ink and feel the pages as I delicately peer at the words and paragraphs. Each book home to a story, giving its characters immortality. I smile and think that perhaps someday, I will make a home out of these pages too. And sit on a shelf, ready and waiting to share my story with the next reader.

Autumn used to be our favorite, drinking spiced apple cider between caramel apple kisses. Flannels and new love flickering in candlelight. So, I hoped for a change in us in the fading summer. That we might remember the smells of the cider and the sweet sticky kisses. The warmth of our love, so vibrant and new. But as the seasons changed, I saw a change in us. And, I watched our love wither as the last leaves fell.

There is a reason that the world is not black and white, for chaos demands color.

Atlantis People would whisper about us And our fall from grace As our world fell to ruin And our worst fears were realized, We’d be submerged and forgotten The stuff of speculation. Legend at best, We were a lost city, Singing our siren ballads Of heartbreak and woe From the depths below, We were here! We were here. We were here…

I spill my heart on pure white pages, and let the ink dance and twirl into the splattered story of my soul.

I find solace in a serenade the words of a stranger bringing comfort through the lines of a song, The pain intertwined in the verses and half notes My heart knows the words and I sing along as my soul finds healing through a ballad swirling through my stereo

So many questions but nothing to say, in this current moment we are still so far from the answers.

Fear makes you believe that you’re safer in the confines of your own mind instead of the comfort of another’s arms. When the truth is Your mind can be more of a battlefield than the world outside and you’re going to need to let people into survive.

There is a reason that the world is not black and white, for chaos demands color.

I want to be the reason you never gave up on love.

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 in. Always let it in.

This life is going to have a lot of unknowns, but please know that my love for you will never be one of them.

Be the one who makes people feel like they are worthy of second chances and new beginnings. Be the one who finds a way to love others and love themselves, flaws and all. Be the one that shows others how beautiful it is to love without conditions.

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 no clue what the whole picture looks like.

Set a goal. Say it out loud. Let it scare you. Let it change you. Let it excite you. And then, let it motivate you. Until one day, you’ll say it out loud and it’ll be a reality. A product of your hustle, of your persistence. The product of a dreamer who was brave enough to leap.

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 swallow us whole. But, I’m ready to face the night with you.

If ever I have to leave you too soon, look for me in the light of the moon. For I know that the world will feel dark and bleak. And, in shadows is when you’ll most need me. I’ll illuminate the night, shine down into view, if there ever comes a time that I have to leave you.

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 dances up and down my spine, taunting me with the way it can still induce pain, even after all this time.

I have no idea what the negatives of our picture-perfect life will look like. And, I don’t care. Because the negatives are still gonna be the picture I always envisioned: you and me.

Because all it takes are a string of “some days” that she chooses to keep fighting, “some days” where she’s not defeated by discouragement, “some days” when she silences the voices in her head telling her that she wasn’t meant for this. Some days she feels comforted in the fact that someday, this will all feel okay.

There are days when I wonder how you could possibly stay. But, you told me there’s no way you could ever stay away.

I was so afraid of what life would do to us…to our kind of love

I fell in love with his effort. The way he never stopped trying to make this love the best it could be.

I’m hanging on to your words like you’re my favorite book. And, I’m completely engrossed in every page of who you are.

Don’t forget that the pain is temporary. So feel it. Let it have its moment, and then dismiss it. Because you’re not meant to live in it forever.

You have the power to overcome. You have the power to persist. You have the power to be hurting and scared and broken while still courageously pressing onward.

She just needs someone to remind her of all the things she already knows about herself.

It’s like there’s a check-list of accomplishments that people expect from you. Like it’s the only path to happiness, this societal construct of what makes us successful and worthy. But, don’t buy it. You can be happy no matter which part of the story you’re in. You are worthy in every chapter.

It’s a sharp contrast to the dull hues of the world around me…loving you feels like clarity.

I miss you’ doesn’t describe the way my soul aches when you’re not here. “I love you” doesn’t describe the way you made my heart no longer live in fear.

She was always the first to love, first to encourage, first to forgive...for everyone but herself.

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 let that fool you. You deserve the real love, the forever love. It might not be ‘right now’, but it’ll be the right love. And, it’ll be worth the wait.

Our biggest moments have happened in silence. In glances and embraces. As though our souls had found rest within each other. As though our hearts were memorizing the feelings and inscribing them in a language no one else could understand.

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.

You speak to me with the same sweet tenderness. We go to the same hang outs in our sleepy town. Your lips are the same as they press against mine. The only thing that has changed is me.

I have found that happiness is a defiant act of bravery in spite of a callous world.

She puts her heart into everything she does, and she works hard to help other people feel comfortable enough to do the same. She strives for people to feel included by her rather than intimidated by her.

Sometimes, I get pulled under the current, a wave of anxious thought flooding my mind. But, somehow, you help me find the surface. I breathe you in and it’s like I’m no longer drowning.

It’s taking the pain, giving it new purpose as something tragic and beautiful. Tragic in that it had to happen. Beautiful in that you found a way to make something resembling hope out of it.

Rooms, painted with your memory.

I fell in love with a boy, so effortlessly kind. He showed me a world of possibility, a world of beauty I had never known.

I found freedom in knowing that while I don’t have the answer, that doesn’t mean that there won’t be a solution.

When we let go of our pride, we give ourselves permission to be human. We give ourselves permission to slip up and hurt and to grow without ridiculous standards of perfection constantly looming over our heads. We give ourselves a chance to face conflicts, to face ourselves, and to heal. And, in this healing process, we give others a chance to follow our lead.