Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with...

Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn’t save the one she loved.

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.