“That’s the thing about hope. It hides in all the darkest places.”

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

But only he who, himself enlightened, is not afraid of shadows.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

That was her magic – she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.