We made love. Extraordinary love.

Me olvidarán, pero pero las historias persistirán. Y por eso todos importamos quizá menos que muchos, pero siempre más que nadie

So come with me, where dreams are born and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly in wings, forever, in Never Neverland!!

‎”Based on a true story”? No, thanks. I prefer “based on a true imagination”.

The fear that blocks learning is removed by Love – only then can people be reached

You can’t truly understand a fact by watching its’ true story version.

By today’s standards, if you go by the early morning TV misery shows, my broken home family of mixed parentage siblings was quite normal.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Esistono poi degli individui nati mercenari che non fanno alcun bene agli amici o ai parenti per il fatto che è dovuto; mentre dal fare un piacere a sconosciuti, traggono un pizzico d’amor proprio: più...

The world was a tough and unfair place, but even the most hardened soul likes to chew on fruit.

This is the true story of my life, as told by a complete liar (me). While that sounds like an honest statement, it’s also a lie. I just can’t help myself. Unless I’m helping myself...

Sometimes time can play tricks. One moment it idles by, an hour can seem a lifetime, such as when sitting by the river at dusk watching the bats snatching insects above the limpid waters; the...

I know that some people disparage you for your lack of knowledge, and I know you may not understand me, Peter, but I wish you could, because you might be the only person who would....

I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray’s attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012).

I fell for you.You fell for me.Our friendship was just meant to be.I asked if you loved me, and you said you did.The next day you said that you wish you never did.I fell apart...

It’s a neighborhood where every dad has at least one job and where parents often end conversations with the words: no guts, no glory.

…One cannot help but consider the future- what will it be like when all the wild places of the earth have been taken over by civilization, and there is no more room for Indians, Pirates,...

Because when you cared about people, you handed them a little piece of your heart, and with those hands, they had the power to cause pain.

He was the one I compared all others to.

What in the world could this family have done to deserve a fate such as this?

Don’t go. Come with us. I promise you won’t regret it.”For a moment, Peter stood in the road indecisively, staring into the girl’s eyes as if trying to penetrate a great mystery.

The Postman rings twice, but the Insurance man rings until he collects”-Scott G. Brown

It was as if we’d known each other for a thousand years.

Different versions of a true story

But I did not bring the Wild Boy to England simply so he could learn from us. I also brought him here so we could learn from him; so we can remember what it means...

I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else matters. it’s how we live our life.

It’s such a huge arrogance to love someone, and there’s too much of it around. There’s too much love in this world. Sometimes I think that’s what heavens is– a place where everybody’s happy because...

The morning opens, a mist of innocence appears across the countryside that tells each one of us the day is new. That feeling of hope, love and the humble awareness of our duty becomes clear...

I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

To those who are struggling. To talk about a struggle, you’re likely to forget about it. To be shown a struggle, you’re likely not to forget it. But, to live through a struggle, you’ll understand...

I’ve seen so much and lived it all. I wanted to bite the earth and taste it. It is both bitter and sweet, and if I had my time to live over again, I wouldn’t change...

I recount as this journey begins where I rest to gather the tale from thissame old house resting on the hill, leaving me a view of a carnival once seen from just across the tracks....

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

Figyeld meg, vannak ilyenek; vörösre bőgik a szemüket a moziban valami gennyes marhaságon, és tízből kilenc a szíve mélyén aljas barom.

Sitting on the train I watch the scenery speeding by, notice a cobweb in the top corner of the window, undulating with a gentle breeze I can’t feel. I lean back in my seat and...

Mmm. Cupcakes.

I wanted the fairytale.

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

Although they are often called cabarets, and occasionally there is even strip-dancing involved, you shouldn’t associate them with merrymaking or extravaganza…