“And I wonder if I will ever find a place where I belong or if I am destined to wander.”

I wonder if you were the poison or the antidote.

Trust me, I’ve tried. It is impossible to forget a soul that once kissed your heart.

Please stay, I’d like to waste a little more time on you.

Don’t worry. You didn’t break me. I was already broken when we met.

The difference between yesterday and today is, today I know I don’t need you to survive.

He was my armor and I was his sword.

I love summer and sunny days but there’s a certain magic in rain. There’s a promise of new beginnings and growth that comes with rain.

I smile – even on my darkest days for you once said it melts your heart.

You ask what I’ve been doing all this time as if surviving wasn’t much of an effort.

When I stopped believing in love, the universe sent you to remind me that love, true love, does exist, even for me.

There are many reasons why we don’t tell people the truth. Maybe we’re not brave enough. Maybe we’re afraid to lose someone by telling the truth. Maybe all we want for the person we love is to be happy – with or without us.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

I’ve loved you from the very first moment. But I still have to figure out how to love myself.

I was tired of begging people to stay when they wanted to leave.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?

I belong wherever I want to be.

Divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.

But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

Once the demands of necessity and propriety have been met, the rest that one owns belongs to the poor.

I am a man who belongs to no-one and who belongs to everyone.

The needs for safety, belonging, love relations and for respect can be satisfied only by other people, i.e. only from outside the person.

I’ll put an end to the idea that a woman’s body belongs to her. Nazi ideals demand that the practice of abortion shall be exterminated with a strong hand.

Honey, not every flower belongs to your garden.