“Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.”

We either die or live for something. And between those two there is only love.

Let’s dance to the tranquil melody of our love; a waltz of peculiar sadness & profound melancholy. Underneath the velvet night sky of somber thoughts – witnessed only by the most vivid stars.

Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever.

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding me of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.

We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love – no matter how deep they run.

The more I write about us, the more our love feels like art.

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.

Forever seems dreadful without a love to fill it with.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

We can not all love in the same way – for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

Solitude causes more wounds than it was ever meant to heal.

How a love ends should never define your next one.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

Remember, she’s an eagle when she flies!

When I see myself as an old woman, I just think about being happy. And hopefully, I’ll still be fly.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest

In flying, the probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival.

A Fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.

Even the wildest dreams have to start somewhere. Allow yourself the time and space to let your mind wander and your imagination fly.

We’re trapped in a world that’s troubled with pain. As long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly.