Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour.

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.

- Peut-être que si je pleure sans raison, c'est la preuve que mon cœur est dans un tel état de faiblesse que je ne peux même pas me venir en aide à moi-même. - Mais pas du tout. C'est plutôt le contraire. Votre cœur revendique de toutes ses forces son existence.

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

Tuer un homme, ce n’est pas défendre une idéologie, c’est tuer un homme.