They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

For me, reading begins at home.

I believe in Democracy because it releases the energies of every human being.

When we dream, we create. All of life is a dream or a series of waking dreams. We dream our surroundings. We dream our friends, our relations. We dream our bodies. We dream our dreams.

Women want honesty but sometimes get upset if you are honest, so you need to know when to be honest.

One cannot lead a life that is truly excellent without feeling that one belongs to something greater and more permanent than oneself.

You can't destroy the polish national-consciousness or Poles on the battlefield, but if you give them power, they will destroy themselves

Painters paint, and history continues to make fools of curators.

And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite.

The universe couldn't care less about us. I say this very clearly in the film [ "Into the Inferno"]: our planet is "indifferent to scurrying roaches, retarded reptiles and vapid humans alike."