“Don’t ask to hold my hand if you can’t handle the weight it carries.”

The past came to hunt her, but she prepared to fight her demons. She was now a fair believer of herself.

I wouldn’t use my wings to fly away I would use them as a shield from pain.

I know we don’t talk anymore, but I still whisper your name to the moon.

When I hug you, there is always one thought that comes to my mind : our bodies were meant to hold each other.

My heart is completely filled by you that I no longer believe I can call it mine.

But you’re already brave. You decided you’re also important, and that’s all that matters.

If only we knew which goodbyes were our last.

With your heartbeat like welcome music, I knew we could make a perfect melody.

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.

Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.

I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

With a firm and steadfast mind one should hold under all conditions, that everywhere the earth is below and the sky above and to the energetic man, every region is his fatherland.

A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Just hold on. Just for a minute.” “Are you all right ?” I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.