It was insane how his love made her relish her youth more than ever. But then again that day she felt very old for the same reason.

Poetry is what you turn to when nothing else works.

Let's break each others' hearts for the sake of art.

Sometimes, dreaming is in and of itself an act of rebellion.

Seeing a gem like you surrounded with rust is what makes this heart mourn.

Beauty that the eyes can see and let the soul stand impassible is an illusion.

Death is the truth that melts frozen hearts.

Beauty is the antidote to life.

Being different is good insofar as it brings parts of ourselves that we didn't know they were there in the first place.

Somtimes he'd smile. Other times, his eyes would tear-up. And quite often, he'd do both in that order. Memories should not be considered as mere creatures of the past for sometimes, they affect our present even more than our present itself.