“We love each other because we can’t do otherwise.”

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Because, in the end, it was just promises.

And how can you be so bad for me when I feel like I’m flying?

Because I always ruin everything. Maybe it’s better if I let you go.

If you try every day, then, you’re much stronger than you think.

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.

And I don’t know if it’s his lips or his fingers that make thousands of roses bloom on my skin.

Maybe one day you’ll see, you’ll see what I saw.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

Love to be real, it must cost – it must hurt – it must empty us of self.

Thus with a kiss I die.

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.

The enthusiasm of a woman’s love is even beyond the biographer’s.

Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it.

Let’s get together and feel all right

When you love something, you’ll always come back to it. You’ll always keep asking questions, and finding answers.