Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.

every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?’A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. ‘Only … partially

The childish and savage taste of men and women for new patterns keeps how many shaking and squinting through kaleidoscopes that they may discover the particular figure which this generation requires to-day. The manufacturers have...

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half...

I’ll never have a tattoo – I just don’t like them, and when you’re old they can look a disaster. As for piercings, I don’t like them on men.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I’ve overdose from the idea of loving you.

I’ve got a flesh-colored tattoo. I drew it myself. You should see it sometime, if only you could see it (it’s invisible).

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks;One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.Five little crazy kids...

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

Nu, eu nu cred în vinovăția colectivă. E o rușine pentru cei amestecați.

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...

Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.

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.

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn’t hidden....

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

Sometimes you have to go a little crazy before you can find sanity. I think I’m close.

So I got dressed up kind of Girl With The Dragon Tattoo-y goth. As I head out, I say bye to Mum and Dad, and Mum says, ‘You look cool’, just as Dad says, ‘You...

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.

Assistant” around your asshole.

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.

After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes...

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

Tattoos are a permanent commitment of passion

She had a flower tattoo on her wrist; “What does that mean?” he asked her. “Absolutely nothing,” she said, “it’s just a flower.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

Not that it was a crazy complicated skill, but operating an espresso machine during high traffic could be added to my repertoire along with card tricks and how to fire a Colt .45.(Quote taken from...

We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn’t want to be ordinary.

She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped...

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

I wouldn’t want a tattoo at all. They’re difficult to cover up.

The act of tattooing one’s skin was a tranformative declaration of power, an announcment to the world: I am in control of my own flesh.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born...

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.