“The sad thing is, she said, the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.”

When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.

Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?

The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.

I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.

Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.

It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.

There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.

Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.

I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.

If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.

I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

Love stories can be wild and sad little unkempt tales energetic and alive the only thing worth living for reality.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Our life is a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

I’ll empathize with your sad story and wish you could bear mine. – the weight of empathy.

One of the saddest things in the world is being unappreciated knowing that you are a fine piece of art.