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

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

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

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

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

Maybe we become what we write about.

The past is an empty battleground.

Pretty flowers have to die some day too.

Beautiful things are quiet beings.

Time offers us space to grow.

Autumn nights carry the most colourful dreams through the empty woods.

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

Her love was like lavender, Delicate and melancholy.

Poetry is a silent revolution.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven – the crucified Son of God.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Lets build a bridge of kindness one heart at a time.

Devotion, fervor, longing! Those are my pillars. We have to be the bridge to the future.

People who inspire others are those who see invisible bridges at the end of dead-end streets

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

Hard Work is the bridge between your dreams & success.