“Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.”

Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

If you love something – let go. If it is yours – it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you.

Music is important for one’s health.

One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.

Things have a life of their own, the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”

For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

If you’re going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones. After all, there are better ways to starve to death.

When I wake up,” he said, “remind me that I’m going to marry her.

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

This heaviness is too much for one soul.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left – but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’ – but I actually mean sad.

All I’ve ever wanted was a little of your time and a lot of your love.