The only way you can respect your dream is to get out of bed and do something about it. Good morning.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
On this day 25 year ago, God created you. Now I do not want to be presumptions but I am sure God placed you in this world exactly where you are now so you can celebrate this day with me. Happy birthday babe!
’Hearts are breakable,’ Isabelle said. ‘And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.’
Your bed just called me. It said that it wanted you and me to join it in dreamland. Let’s get moving and answer the call.
As soon as forever is through, I’ll be over you.
Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don’t need to show me their badges. I know these guys very well.
From the moment we are born, we begin to die.