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

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.

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.

If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

There are so many pieces of souls flying above us and obscuring the sky that the sunrays can barely reach the Earth.

If you want to fly, You have to give up the things that weigh you down.

Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.

How will we learn to fly if we never allow ourselves to fall?

Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.