“When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.”

I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

Never confuse activity with action.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Noticed that I had been holding my breath for so long and finally gave myself permission to breathe.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

Isn’t it strange, it’s not that our body forgets to breathe but subconsciously we hold our breath.