“We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.”

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding me of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.

We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love – no matter how deep they run.

The more I write about us, the more our love feels like art.

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.

Forever seems dreadful without a love to fill it with.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

We can not all love in the same way – for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

Solitude causes more wounds than it was ever meant to heal.

How a love ends should never define your next one.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

If you truly love someone, you’ll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

That was her magic – she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.