“It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.”

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

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.

I think people want to get married to end their emotional uncertainty. In a way, they want to end powerful feelings, or certainly the negative ones.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

One of the better guarantors of ending up in a good relationship: an advanced capacity to be alone.

It must be said that today, at the end of its semantic evolution, the word ‘terrorist’ is an intrinsically propagandistic term. It has no neutral readability. It dispenses with all reasoned examination of political situations, of their causes and consequences.

…if the beginnings of love and amorous politics are equally rosy, then the ends may be equally bloody.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.

I’m a very brave person. I can go to North Vietnam, I can challenge my government, but I can’t challenge the man I’m with if means I’m going to end up alone.