Every beautiful girl need to hear some cute words but only one who deserve it.

When people keep TALKING about you, don't waste time listening to what they say, keep WORKING on what you dream about.

alone, drinking coffee, listening to the playlist that include the songs that remember you with the best and bad moments of your life.what a hard emotional moment !!

i see no difference between "past" and "paste", both of them still stuck on my mind.

Nothing better than this moments of new year, to say : goodbye last day, last month, last year. Do i confused to say goodbye facebook? goodbye virtual world?

Do you found a new companion?after one day? one week? one month?congratulations, you was cheating on me !!

when they asked me : why you still you use this old photo?my answer : photo? it's not a simple photo, it's a cover of a book that i can remember his story, page by page.

I will not hate you, of course i will not say : goodbye.But I will not forgive you, so i forget better.

Meanwhile 1st April to lie as if they were honest throughout the year.

To say goodbye, is to die a little.To say good morning, is a hope for a new sunshine in a cloudy winter.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

Quebec is the original heart the hardest and deepest kernel the core of first time. All round nine other provinces form the flesh of this still-bitter fruit called Canada.

When the enemy attacks you, this means that you are on the right road.

Literally, these [heels] slow you down.

Design... is the integration of technological, social, and economical requirements, biological necessities, and the psychological effects of materials, shape, color, volume and space.

I love the big scale and immediate impact of posters. They're my favourite things to design.

We never could design a building as beautiful as the trees.

Music is to the mind as air is to the body.

Isn't it true that the fault of birth rests somewhat on the child? I believe it's we who led our parents on to bear us, and it's our unborn children who make our flesh itch.