The only mistake about love is that life can’t remember it and the heart won’t find it.

The tragedy of life is - that everything falls for it.

We feel so much and yet remember so little.

Hope is a poison we drink way too often.

We either die or live for something. And between those two there is only love.

All I’ve ever wanted was a home so I could rest;but even the years were left empty with no heart to call my ownand suddenly I realised the truth,that the words I keptwere the only way to forget.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering.

A lifetime of suffering will never be worth a moment of love.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.