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

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.

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.

It’s exhausting to be locked in your head with all these thoughts that tie you down. Just for one moment, try with all your might to let go of all the things that stop you from being you.

To see one’s goal and to drive toward it, steeling one’s heart, is most uplifting.

The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter.

What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one’s self?

No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

One should read Borges more.

It is no use lying to one’s self.

in love: a momentary instance of bein almost interested in someone else as in oneself!