“I wish it had meant as little to me, as it did to you.”

In the end you learn when to let go and when to hold on.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

The worst goodbye is the one you never thought you’d have to say.

How sad, to face a future without the one you planned it with.

If it isn’t Happy Ending yet, keep writing.

We’ll go slow, together,

And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

We were almost fine, almost together.

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

Almost. Maybe. Perhaps. Nearly. So close- A collection of the saddest words.

And nobody is winning the war inside me.

Some people can be in your memories but not in your life.

Our love was of the autumn- heady, golden and pure. But limited, always doomed to expire.

The more you care, the more it hurts.

Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.

tall oaks from little acorns grow.

You cannot push anyone up a ladder unless he is willing to climb a little.

I love too deep and show too little. Because of cuts so deep covered up by so little.

If you hate much, punish much: if you hate little, punish little: punish as you hate. If you hate not at all, punish not at all

Do your duty and a little more and the future will take care of itself.

For the very fact that my knowledge is increasing little by little is the most certain argument for its imperfection.

Always give a little more of what you promised.