We Become Imprisoned By Our Memories, And

We Are All Capable Of Achieving Whatever We Want And Need.

Her Silence Was The Blank Space Between The Words.

A Good, True, Intense Love Is Not Complete Without Madness.

I Think That Perhaps We Always Fall In Love The Very First Instant We See The Man Of Our Dreams, Even Though, At The Time, Reason May Be Telling Us Otherwise, And We May Fight Against That Instinct, Hoping Against Hope That We Won't Win, Until There Comes A Point When We Allow Ourselves To Be Vanquished By Our Feelings.

Love Is Looking At The Same Mountains From Different Angles.