Lets start with this statistic You are delicious. Be brave my sweet. I know you can get lonely. I know you can crave companionship and sex and love so badly that it physically hurts. But I truly believe that the only way you can find out that theres something better out there is to first believe theres something better out there. What other choice is there

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again

This is love to fly toward a secret sky to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet.

Love is heavy and light bright and dark hot and cold sick and healthy asleep and awake- its everything except what it is Act 1 scene 1

If I am to be fallen into love I will. And if as a result I will appear to be stupid disillusioned and of poor judgment I will. And I would be damned if I cared what other people think. For I would rather be thought of as all of these things than not love. If in loving I become the naked woman on the horse I will ride that horse with my head held high. This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls people who love into hate into refusal against hope and without fear.I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

She didnt belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And thats why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past whether in life or revery he had heard their tale before.

After all this timeAlways...

Its not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.Its that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.Its not a weakness.Its your best strength.