I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's a broken arm, then brace it. If it's a broken heart, then face it.