“Whats there to remember we made the most memories remembering each other.”

I am a makeup artist; I make up the world to look better to me.

I no longer wonder what you are doing now I just know you exist and I hope you haven’t unlearnt the way we used to vibrate towards each other without words.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”

We loved each other when trusting was a threat.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

How can we love the world if we can’t tolerate our own mistakes.

Its dangerous but you can’t surf on ripples.

The more you know her the more it scares yet it makes you wish you knew her more.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

They said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?

I have felt so much on my own I need a serious reason to let you in.

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

She was a strong and smart woman and could repair even a leaking sink and a broken TV. Doing everything on her own, still she always let him pull down her zipper…

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

Without love, there is no reason to know anyone, for love will in the end connect us to our neighbors, our children and our hearts.

If the concept of God has any validity or any use, it can only be to make us larger, freer, and more loving. If God cannot do this, then it is time we got rid of Him.

When you really don’t like a guy, they’re all over you, and as soon as you act like you like them, they’re no longer interested.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me, not even you, only my love, not your answer, not even your indifference

You’ve got to love what’s loveable and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.

I don’t know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.