“The charm in her laughter covered the depth of her tears.”

Do we break our own heart too? Tell me, don’t we all do? Everytime you lock it up, ignoring what it tells you, doesn’t it break a little too?

She used kindness as her weapon to win the battles agaisnst cruelty.

There are galaxies inside of me for each emotion I feel. One for each; happiness, anger, sadness and one is hollow, for that too, is sometimes how I feel.

Oh moonlight, continue to shine on me. As you light up the sky, maybe some peace will come to me.

You can never know if something is wrong with her because she always acts right.

Some heartahes, you just have to make peace with.

I would rather shoot my arrows than keep them in my bow, I would rather risk it all than risk nothing at all.

Her smile faded as the world erased it.

She drank up the moonlight to make her soul shine.

Admist the darkness, she tried to hold on to her yellow laughter.

You tell me I will end up where I’m meant to be. So I ask you, Do I have the rights to be disappointed in that destiny?

Is this a parting or are you hoping to meet again? Is this really goodbye, or are you still wanting to cross paths again?

She wore courage to cover her melancholy, Dear Heart, What is this tragedy?

Today, the sky seems a little more blue. Now I don’t feel as lonely without you.

Don’t try too hard to make your galaxy shine in front of everyone, not every star shines from the other galaxy.

Remember that your purpose is indeed to be nothing else but YOU, all that you are and all that you want to be.

No music is so charming to my ear as the requests of my friends, and the supplications of those in want of my assistance.

I am in a charming state of confusion.

There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm.

When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

Women hide their imperfections instead of accepting them as an added charm.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.