“Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.”

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.

I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

We are all stars in someone’s space.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

You’re my home, not just a stop along the way.

Gliders, sail planes, they’re wonderful flying machines. It’s the closest you can come to being a bird.

People ask me if I could fly, I said, yeah – for a little while.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Feeling free, let us fly, into the boundless, beyond the sky, for we were born to never die.

Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she’s not invisible. I don’t get it.

Pilots take no special joy in walking: pilots like flying.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.