On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you.

"The problem with knowing people too well is that their words stop meaning anything and their silences start meaning everything."

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

One day you'll laugh so much that you'll forget you have scars.

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

Love is many things none of them logical.

Try or don’t try. The time will pass anyway.

Not everything in the heart can be said, so God created sighs, tears, long sleep, cold smile and shivering hands.

And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.

You are broken. But it is broken things that are the sharpest. The deadliest. It is broken things that are the most unexpected, and the most underestimated.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, love like you’ll never be hurt, sing like there’s nobody listening and live like it’s heaven on earth.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

The way to know life is to love many things.