Story Quotes
she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.
Turning my head so I can look into his eyes, I strum my fingers across his cheek. “You’re right. I think we’ve both had enough darkness. I want to live in light.
...in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light...
A story is nothing but a lie. An illusion. And that illusion only works if we trust in it.
If you want to heal a broken heart, Be smart! That's all an ancient art.Start by loving the very small partsThat were left there shattered apart.
It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.
It feels like forever, like he's lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.
You're sad? I'll cheer you up. You're upset? I'd love to listen. All you have to do is come to me, you know I'll be there for you.
A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing, And it’s not a good thing.
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.
Just as much as you cannot stop growing feelings for a certain man, there’s no switch to turn off your heart.
In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.
I have only known two men's souls in my life, one the devil, the other the the bird's wings which picked me up and carried me back to the freedom of being.
We are not defined by what knocks us down - we are defined by how we get back up
You never know what's going to happen in life.
You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.
The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.
Loosers want it but only through the easy way. If action taking were like reading a story book, loosers would only love to open the picture pages
Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.
As long as they talk about you, you're not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn't die, just because the man dies.
And then they bid their final goodbye which marked the end of their story. And beginning of two new stories.
Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.
I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.
Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.
When you change your story that you tell about yourself, you change your life. You can start telling a better story right now.
Everyone of us has that moment in our life, when you wanted to say NO but say YES even when you know it’s not going in your favor.
Not until you’re bind together with a more pure and sincere relationship, the love you feel to each other will never become something tangible - Sarah
Live life with passion from our hearts and believe. Let love be the reason and purpose of life
Imagination is the politics of dreams
Theatre is pure teleportation by means of suspension. It’s a voyage into the archives of the human imagination. A passport to all what ifs.
