In a world of inhumane reality, dreams are the only humane sanctuary left.

Mystery is the essential element of every work of art.

It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that no one sees but you.

Love is like a river in rainy season.
You can't put a stop to it.

You return like autumn,
and I fall every time.

If you avoid the conflict to keep the peace, you start a war inside yourself.

Idolizing a man and then being mad at him because he's not a god. Do you think that's fair?

You were not there, and the fever of distance aged me, I fell in love with poetry, and it became my anchor.

Is man merely a mistake of God's? or God merely a mistake of man?

It hurts like hell when you know that you need to let go of someone but you can't, because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen.

You have to look for things. Van Gogh looked for some yellow when the sun disappeared.

We master ideas, which are nothing, but not our emotions, which are all.

Time is the killer, time is the healer.

A thousand years may pass, but you will always be the one.

Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me.

The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.

Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop.

Do not regret a war that has matured you.

And as I watch the leaves fall gracefully from the trees, I am gently reminded there is beauty in release.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

The wave left the shore soaked in memories, never to return again, leaving it forever changed.