“I love how it feels to live in a world that falls for the perfect, While you fall for the real.”

Hold her hand if you like but she’ll rather you hold her heart.

Every beautiful story ends let mine end with you.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

Beautiful things take time and its always worth the wait.

We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?

For what it is worth I loved you more for your flaws and less for your perfection.

Who would ever believe me If I say you were in my dream & that I came to change what I saw there… Because you looked so sad in it.

You smiled and this world became a beautiful place.

Everything worth experiencing in life has the potential to break your heart.

My only hope is that for a moment i helped you feel truly happy.

Being humble isn’t thinking less of yourself, its thinking of yourself less.

What’s the saddest word in the English language? Almost. Almost is never enough.

We don’t truly know anyone or everything if we did, we wouldn’t need books.

Feel the sun on your skin and smile and let your mind wander a while.

So I will call upon your Name and keep my eyes above the waves when oceans rise my soul rests in Your embrace.

To lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.

Get the culture right, and everything else just falls into place.

In the Lonely Hour is about a guy that I fell in love with last year, and he didn’t love me back. I think I’m over it now, but I was in a very dark place. I kept feeling lonely in the fact that I hadn’t felt love before.

Shortly after meeting you I fell in love so madly.

I rather fall in love over and over again and get hurt all over again than feeling dead inside.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

Let me fall like Niagara Falls into your arms, in your presence I feel no storm just calm.