“I’ve learned the difference between being a good person and being a popular.”

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.

We are all marks of condensation on polished glass; steadily fading away.

The only person you’ll spend your entire life with is yourself. You should be your first focus.

Branches bow, longing to reach the crisp, punctured leaves, their old shedded skin.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

Make the choice; to be comfortable or to be alive.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

You’re an ocean that I can’t navigate. If storms wrack your surface, I dread to think what horrors lie in your depths.

The deepest relationships belong to the friends who were one lovers, and the lovers who were once friends.

The sun has one lesson for us: learn to see the light on a rainy day.

You are an ocean. I know your colors and the sound of your waves, but I’ll never see beneath your surface.

No matter what you’re told, there is honesty in passion and truth in messiness.

Do we only love the things we lose?

Stand up straight and face the world; love its best, accept its worst.

I may say that the only differences I expect to see revealed between the behavior of the rat and man (aside from enormous differences of complexity) lie in the field of verbal behavior.

There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form….Love alone is my religion.

Remember, if you are criticising, you are not being grateful. If you are blaming, you are not being grateful. If you are complaining, you are not being grateful.

The only reason why people do not have what they want is because they are thinking more about what they don’t want than what they do want.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything

They followed fear. But you are going to follow the light.

I have a vision and not a mere dream .

A musician is similar to someone who wrote a letter to the loved one. Then decided to read read it out loud instead of sending it.