“Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.”

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.

Make love, take love, but you should give love. And try to live love.

Philosophy bears witness to the deepest love of reflection, to absolute delight in wisdom.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

At the present moment two things about the Christian religion must surely be clear to anybody with eyes in his head. One is, that men cannot do without it; the other, that they cannot do with it as it is.

My love for animals started before I can remember.

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!

It is time we gave man faith in woman — and, still more, woman faith in herself.