“It is brave to believe in tomorrow.”

Not yet is not no. It is still possible that tomorrow will be more precious than yesterday.

And one life time hardly feels enough to love you.

Let us open to each other like flowers to the sun.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

What I most wanted with you was our shot.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

I am honestly not sure, if I am more than rainbow, or the storm.

Your eyes told me stories you have never shared with anyone.

I know what love is, because of you.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

I want words I can stand on.

The end came in the middle of our story.

Don’t confuse temporary interest for permanent caring.

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

I honestly believe going independent is the future. Social is changing, Spotify is changing, everything is changing.

One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.

I’m no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and in the jury system – that is no ideal to me, it is a living, working reality.

You overrate my capacity of love. I don’t posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.

Don’t believe everything your mind tells you.

I believe that it is as much a right and duty for women to do something with their lives as for men and we are not going to be satisfied with such frivolous parts as you give us.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

My father believes that Western religions are death cults, which I agree with.