If we all die and become stars then I must believe that our souls live in the stars. Now I know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly

It’s neither an injury nor a wound but it can leave a scar. Some people do not have to break you to leave a strong mark; they are a lightning of miracle.