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

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.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

I think that women are afraid to be vulnerable because they think it makes them look weak.

Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

It’s a funny thing… but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they’re afraid of. What they don’t want.

Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.

Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.

Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.

Don’t be afraid to take time to learn. It’s good to work for other people. I worked for others for 20 years. They paid me to learn.

I don’t believe in God, so I’m not afraid of dying.