“I can walk around the city whole night looking up at the moon and the stars, but I’ll need a glass of wine and a lot of you by my side.”

Love is not meant to be perfect all the time. Sometimes it breaks you, other times it will make you feel all its tenderness.

In the world full of chaos, being in your arms is the only place where I can find peace.

He fell in love with her soul, when his fingers traced her scars.

It wasn’t just love. It was pure ecstasy at its finest.

Stupidity is what makes love beautiful. Being stupid and being in love go hand in hand.

You’re the story I’ll not able to forget, even if I wished to.

Tomorrow, it seems like an empty word of dreams remembered on waking.

Stars fade away in the morning, but your beauty still remains evident. Perhaps stars envy you.

Magic awaits those who believe in it.

Love is the only thing worth to live for and die for.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

Give love a chance and wait for the magic it makes your life.

My dreams turn out to be sweet when they’re about you.

Nothing like the taste of whisky lips.

Your gorgeous eyes were the reason to make me fall in love with you. They were deep enough to make me sink forever.

True Love may not come around often. So when it does, don’t fail to recognize it.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb, The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.

The city lights will always lead me back to you.