“The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.”

Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.

You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.

The machines greed knows no limits.

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.

But then I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.

Conversation between Adam and Eve must have been difficult at times, because they had nobody to talk about.

It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.

Burning logs can carry on quite a conversation!

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food, and few things in the world are more wearying than a sarcastic attitude towards life.

We owe to one another all the wit and good humour we can command; and nothing so clears our mental vistas as sympathetic and intelligent conversation.

I love the conversation between film and music.

Britney Spears can’t hold a conversation. (mind controlled)