“To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.”

Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.

I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.

The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.

You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.

Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.

People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.

And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.

I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.

The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.

I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.

The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.

Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.

You have to understand that people have to pay a price for peace. If you dare to struggle, you dare to win.

Gender Equality. Start from the top. Dare to put a woman in power.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Dare to think for yourself.

I rarely wear bold colors but I love it when I feel daring.

Who then will dare to say I’m weak or timid? No, they’ll say I’m loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.

I believe that the most important single thing, beyond discipline and creativity is daring to dare.

Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?” Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.