If you could love someone this much who isn't right for you, imagine how great it will be when it's the right person.

The storms in my head ruin the garden that my soul holds.

We survive, in the confusion of a life reborn beyond reason.

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.

But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

And just because you are a dream, I sleep a lot.

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.

Such is my life: a minute ago I was happy, immersed in a book. Now I feel a misery only violence could cure.

If you were a star, I would gaze by the window till dawn.

Sometimes, your favourite flower has to wither away for you to see the beauty of bloom again.

So, here you are
too foreign for home
too foreign for here.
Never enough for both.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

And as you lie dying in the dank darkness, what will you think about in your loneliness?

Don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm.

How do I feel when I no longer know the shape of my heart? what do I dream when I've lost the language of hope?

Our eyes had the most devilish affair;
Meeting in secrecy in a room full of people.

Bodies are easy to come by,
souls are not.

Falling in love is glamorous hell.

It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet,
that's what's right for me.

She was a gentle sort of horror.

Awake, free, disappointed by reality,
he takes refuge in the dream again.