“I can walk around the city whole night looking up at the moon and the stars, but I’ll need a glass of wine and a lot of you by my side.”

No one knows when one may fall in love with someone.

The right person is the one who stays with you for the rest of your life and never leaves. If they did, they never were the right one.

Life is a journey through the sea between the Islands of birth and success.

I never loved you for your perfections, I loved you for those little flaws which made you more beautiful and unique.

Every moment I find myself alone without you, hold me, stop me, I am strayed.

Moon, stars, and night sky. That’s how I kill my anxiousness.

Show me your art and let me fall in love with it.

I wish to meet you when you madly dance in the rain, sipping on whiskey, feeling every drop touching your beautiful face.

Tell her over and over until she’ll never be able to forget how pretty she is.

The kindness of some soul is what a broken heart needs.

Love’s worth every struggle and sacrifice because what you get in the end will bring you more joy than anything else in the world.

The spark in her eyes, the tone of her voice, and the feel of her touch. I love’em all.

Love is not meant to be perfect all the time. Sometimes it breaks you, other times it will make you feel all its tenderness.

In the world full of chaos, being in your arms is the only place where I can find peace.

He fell in love with her soul, when his fingers traced her scars.

It wasn’t just love. It was pure ecstasy at its finest.

You can put city polish on a man, but by golly, it seems you can’t ever rub it off him.

A country-bred man can always learn to get on with city people, but a town-bred fellah never gets the real hang of the country.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well builded, nay nor canals and dockyards make the city, but men able to use their opportunity.

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

Divine nature gave us fields, human skill built our cities.

Dancing with her on the city streets is where I want to be.