“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 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 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.

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

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

There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapoint­ments.

Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

It has been the political career of this man to begin with hypocrisy, proceed with arrogance, and finish with contempt.

Crisis is the path to happiness. Decay and disintegration do not spell doom, but ascent and beginning. The powerful forces of a new creation operate in the hush beyond the noise of the day.

When asked for advice by beginners. Know your ending, I say, or the river of your story may finally sink into the desert sands and never reach the sea.

If the German people lay down their arms the whole of Eastern and Southern Europe, together with the Reich, will come under Russian occupation. Behind an iron curtain mass butcheries of people would begin.

Every storm started with just a little drizzling.

I thought I’d begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.