We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

I believe deeply in ordered chaos.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Wilhelm, what is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic lantern without light? You have but to kindle the flame within, and the brightest figures shine on the white wall; and, if love only shows us fleeting shadows, we are but happy, when, like mere children we behold them, and are transported with the splendid phantoms.

They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?