“Beautiful things are quiet beings.”

Love is like a wild rose; the thorns will only make your heart bleed if you touch it without care.

The edges of our heart hold the most beautiful memories.

Sometimes truth is a kind of love not many hearts can bear.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.

I want to go to the ocean, Where the water is as dark as your eyes, and while the waves crash in ivory glance, I want to call you mine.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions.

Only the heart senses beauty.

Sometimes I forget to admire the beauty of not being with you.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

Only in books has mankind known perfect truth, love and beauty.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.