“We all return to dreams, don’t we? The unattainable is alluring, desire is tenfold.”

I must have loved you before, in another life, beyond a dream, across centuries.

I just want to be held without having to explain myself.

Imagine how you’ll love when healed.

It breaks my heart that some people are only kind when there is something in it for them. Everything is a business now, including human decency.

Nobody warns you about the fact that you have to go to war if you want to know peace.

Mouths that know desperation like, “the last kiss.

Our story was never one to be told, but know that I remain loving you from here.

A hand that holds what the heart knows it must let go of.

When you’re feeling doubtful, remember that an idea set forth with hard work can create miracles.

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.