“The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.”

Treat your body like a home where your soul feels safe.

People leave when they don’t find the courage to admit they are wrong.

Whatever you are holding back, it will never hold you with the same energy.

A window in Paris opens to a world of imagination.

Don’t just expect people to respect you and sit back. Stand as you demand it.

If you choose to make everyone happy, you choose not to make yourself happy.

If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, don’t ever come to me with a reason to fix us.

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

People go but how they left always stays.

Since the human race’s natural end is to make steady cultural progress, its moral end is to be conceived as progressing toward the better. And this progress may well be occasionally interrupted, but it will never be broken off.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.