Before you came the world was prose. Now poetry is born.

The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.'

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

The most dangerous heart disease: strong memory

And the writing is still : to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.

Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality.

Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.

There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.

And I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while I’m the one who’s crazy about them.

Mortal minds are always unsettled by eternal things

Just when I think I have learned the way to live life changes.

The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone the civilized man to idols of flesh and blood.

We all exist in our own personal reality of craziness.

I wish you the beast of luck!

Opportunity is important but exertion is indispensable.

"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."

That's put a strain on his left-hand knee.

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.