Too often girls cover up their highlights instead of their shadows. And too often the right boys are too late to notice.

She was a seed in springand a wildflower in autumn.

There’s no twice in once and forever.

Seven billion people in the world. And all he was thinking of was one.

She is the closest thing to magic.

Like a painting; you are art and I hope I can be a piece of it.

I am sorry I am not the girl with the golden crown.’ The insecure girl said.The boy put his arm around her.‘But you are the one with the silver wings.

We often pray to the stars above, to help us find somebody to love.

Out of a million stars in the sky, there is only one that glows to my eyes.