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

You are telling me you tried and still, you lost? Darling, you already won just by trying.

Let the shore take all your negative thoughts into the deepness of the ocean.

I’m just sitting in the darkness, waiting for the light to come. Dear boy, the only way out is the face your fears and become your light.

I don’t have a drug problem. I have a you problem.

I may not fit into your definition of a perfect woman, Even when I have the power to embrace all my flaws and scars. But I get it. You still fail to recognize that perfection lies in the beauty of so many perfections.

Let’s hold hands until the stars drown.

Be the sun and shine. Shine so bright not even the darkest clouds will be able to dull your light.

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.

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

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

Look out the other’s window. Try to see the world as your patient sees it.

Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.

My mum raised me on ‘On the Waterfront,’ ‘Gone with the Wind’ and ‘Rear Window.’

If there is anything worse than the aching tedium of staring out of car windows.

Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.

If you go off the road, you’re into somebody’s shop-window or front porch.

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.