“I find it so much harder to breathe when I’m fighting with you. You are my air and your love is my life force.”

Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.

Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.

You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.

The machines greed knows no limits.

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

When you’re surrounded by flowers, you breath better.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

While we breathe, we will hope.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.