“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

Never confuse activity with action.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had.

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.

For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can’t be hurt ever any more. That’s the last and worst thing it does.

She is an old soul, with young eyes. An euphoric heart and a beautiful mind.

Darkness is beautiful, once you learn to play with the shadow.

Time is a gentleman! It never erases beautiful things.

Mold me into poetry. Make me flow beautifully and deep. Write me into rhythmic verses with silent words that make me weep. Paint me with emotions like a bleeding sunset on a shore.

We were so beautiful together, I thought we were magic or even the greatest fairytale except there was no villain just a lost prince whose heart did not love his wildfire princess.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Fashion is in my blood. I feel more sexy and beautiful with it.

I never loved you for your perfections, I loved you for those little flaws which made you more beautiful and unique.