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

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.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

Changes are important they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

To know why you fell in love will never bring you back up.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

The only mistake about love is that life can’t remember it and the heart won’t find it.

My soul will forever be a home for your heart in a world of temporary love.

Love will leave you at some point but how it left will always stay.

Don’t let the scars on your heart define the way you love.

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

Instead of building walls, we can help build bridges.

In times of crisis, the wise build bridges while the foolish barriers.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Aptitude for listening urges us to create bridges of communication.

Don’t let bridges you cross be bridges you burn.

When your army has crossed the border, you should burn your boats and bridges, in order to make it clear to everybody that you have no hankering after home.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.