“I wish I could write this with a full heart, but I gave some of its pieces in a way when I was looking for a home.”

I am the same person with a renewed heart, I learned so much, I have the entire oceans to scream.

At least you give me an opportunity to feel.

How marvelous it is that I can have so much in my life, and I want to share it just with you.

I think that god places a special gift of courage in our heart to handle every experience we don’t think we can get through.

I’ve been taught that it will be such an extraordinary story if it ends with forgiveness.

About pain; maybe it will hit you when you think about what will happen if you just stay a little longer.

When you fall in love with a person, you don’t fall in love with their body. You fall in love with their names, their favorite places, their moments of life and much more again.

When I see you, I feel it that love is working for me, like you are my home.

I said I have nothing left in my hand, but you said I was enough.

I have seen many great places in my life, But I choose the one that has you in it.

I learned that I cannot lay down my hope to people, because people break my heart too.

Once you were small, but you grew. How everything even love, starts from small.

If only I could tell anyone, that I found a home, and what a strange thing that it has the same name as yours.

But at the end we didn’t say anything at all, maybe we are going to be all right.

I saw beautiful things when I met you.

I admire you on how you always pay attention to every little things like they all matter to you.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.

My heart is just to express what has helped me with love.

Whoever does not miss the Soviet Union has no heart. Whoever wants it back has no brain.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

It’s hard to care when no one loves you.

I’m very protective of my heart.