“And just one more thing, learn to love in the middle of a storm.”

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.

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.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

If you ever get started on the right path to change, there is one important precondition you have to meet. You must rid yourself of that gnawing and overpowering sense of urgency and panic that always seems to appear on the scene.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.

One of the most fascinating lessons I’ve absorbed about life is that the struggle is good.

Meetings are by definition a concession to deficient organization For one either meets or one works. One cannot do both at the same time.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

One cannot hire a hand – the whole man always comes with it.

I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.