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

I looked at you and felt the stars go out in my heart.

Find the one you can talk to, when you can’t talk to anybody else.

Your eyes stole all my words away.

Half the world is carrying a broken heart, half the world is dreaming of being put together again.

Maybe one day we will travel the world together.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

I pretend it doesn’t bother me but it’s tearing me apart.

And I’ll miss you, without saying a word.

I told the stars about you.

I loved you even when it hurt.

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.

Ugliness is better than beauty. It lasts longer and in the end, gravity will get us all.

The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.

It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.

If we cannot now end our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity.

It is insane that two men, sitting on opposite sides of the world, should be able to decide to bring an end to civilization.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

One of the penalties of refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.

Me, myself and I. That’s all I got in the end.