Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.

And I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while I’m the one who’s crazy about them.

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.