“The edges of our heart hold the most beautiful memories.”

We either die or live for something. And between those two there is only love.

Let’s dance to the tranquil melody of our love; a waltz of peculiar sadness & profound melancholy. Underneath the velvet night sky of somber thoughts – witnessed only by the most vivid stars.

Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever.

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.

God honors a beautiful blend of gift and grit! He gives the gift, and He expects us to have the grit to practice and learn how to use it effectively.

That’s why we love football: it’s not about the money or about the hairstyle or the dancing. We want to see beautiful goals, great tackles, fair play, and all this stuff.

It’s never fun when we’re in the midst of the storm. But when we land someplace we know we never could have found on our own, it is a beautiful thing.

If your eyes are blinded with your worries, you cannot see the beauty of the sunset.

A holy woman may be beautiful by the gift of nature, but she must not give occasion to lust. If beauty be hers, so far from setting it off she ought rather to obscure it.

She was such a beautiful and sweet creature and so full of tricks.

It doesnt change much for me really and my motivation remains the same – to create a beautiful future with Barcelona, winning many titles.

Always keep that happy attitude. Pretend that you are holding a beautiful fragrant bouquet.