“Don’t think of your heart as lonely, my darling, think of it as resting.”

She’s beautiful, yes, but dangerous remember – there is a difference between admiring the fire and putting your hand in the flame.

The only way to start trusting people again is to start trusting people again.

I don’t stay for long. I delve into souls, give all I can take what I need, and leave.

I’m terrified that one day I’ll see you again and you’ll be in the arms of someone else.

Life is the reason we are here love is the reason we stay.

Some days I am more wildfire than a woman.

I may not be able to pull you into the light – but I will hold you through the dark.

It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? that we get to feel the passion in this world, about anything.

I don’t know how to explain it – the world feels possible again.

Even as we live our lives apart it is comforting to know – you are only a dream away.

There are so many different kinds of love in this world and you are capable of each and every one.

I am not the thoughts inside my head I’m the one who hears them.

That voice of yours was made to be heard.

She wasn’t sure how to love him yet, but she knew she wanted to try.

I’m afraid to ask if you’re still in love with me and I think it’s because I already know the answer.

I still think of you with every step I take.

My heart goes out to everyone as we see the end of this year and as we anticipate the new one. We’re in this together.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.

Attachment of anything is the distraction of everything.

Though the heart loves it is the mind that commits such passions to memory.

At times, listening to the heart rather than the mind gives birth to enchanting moments.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.