When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.
Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.
When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.
Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.
Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and now, it was bringing only pain.
Love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.
I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.
And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.
