“Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.”

Nothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.

Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.

You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.

And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.

Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.

If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.

I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.

Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”

And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.

And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.

Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.

And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.

Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.

Nothing more beautiful than taking a nap with my children.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

To have beautiful lips, say beautiful things. To have beautiful eyes, look at people and see the good in them.

One of the most beautiful things in the world is seeing a mommy with her kids. There’s nothing more beautiful, nothing more sublime.

Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.