“She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.”

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

I think you are who you are, and your kids will see who you are. So you’d better be a good person, because they are going to see it, and that’s going to shape them. They are going to become you.

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

Fear is where there is no love. Love is where there is no fear.

When you welcome your emotions as teachers, every emotion brings good news, even the ones that are painful.

I’ve always expressed myself best through writing. I’ve gotten out all of my deepest feelings that way for as long as I can remember.

You cannot experience yourself as what you are until you’ve encountered what you are not

What do you fear, most of all? The possibility that love may not be enough.

I really want to sing, but my tone of voice is really too deep to do what I want.