What we feel is beyond words. We should be ashamed of our poems.

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.

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

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

You have no reason to give up if you haven't tried all steps in the world yet! Try again if at first you don't succeed

Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.

Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

My desk is covered with talismans: pieces of rose quartz, wishing stones from a favorite beach.

I leave my house all the time! But I'm not at all the Hollywood parties. I'm grown, and where else am I supposed to be? I'm supposed to be home.

Survival is a growth strategy.

He who has knowledge of the just and the good and beautiful ... will not, when in earnest, write them in ink.

I believe that there is an explanation for everything, so, yes, I believe in miracles.

And your dinner for the orchestra officials." "Haven't you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?