“I’m counting every heartbeat to tell you how much life you give to me.”

The taste of your lips? The taste of love.

I want to feel mine again.

She never knew how everybody saw her. All she cared was how she saw herself.

I dare you to change your story. I dare you to build your world again. I dare you.

I need a lifetime with your lips, and still that wouldn’t be enough.

Good decisions, my dear, are only earned by making a few mistakes.

I see you in every love song I listen.

Stop opening doors that lead you to a daunting past, and get out the window to start your future, at last.

Love is just a confusing word I want to figure out with you.

She walked away from the world ready to join the stars.

Falling in love is the best thing that will ever happen to you. And not with someone else but with yourself.

The night comes, and I’m drowned by my thoughts.

What an ungodly act, to love someone with your heart filled with the essence of somebody else.

Keep that little star shining in your soul. I know it takes energy, but keep that light alive, and you will find your way through the darkest nights.

Every natural disaster creates its damage, just like you created a mess in me.

You ask what is the true meaning of hope? I think hope is when you get exiled from your own dreams and still choose to carry on and believe there are still a thousand dreams waiting for you to hold on to them.

He threw a lot of strikes, worked it inside and out, threw breaking balls for strikes behind in the count.

I ache with everything in me to make it count, so that when I finally cross the finish line, I’ll hear the words, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant.

Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.

Music is a hidden arithmetic exercise of the soul, which does not know that it is counting.

Unless you count the political backdrop, which in any case is a familiar one to many international readers

You can always count on the New York Times to cut your legs off.

No amount of reading or memorizing will make you successful in life. It is the understanding and application of wise thought which counts.

The pleasure we obtain from music comes from counting, but counting unconsciously. Music is nothing but unconscious arithmetic.