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

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it__ the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you__e willing to be.

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.

The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you,it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know,your fears, your 4 am thoughts, your achievements,are things I no longer have an equivalent to.Who we were and who we are are four different people, and the me from now doesn't relate to the me from then, let alone to the you from now.-Tanzy Sayadi and Jarod Kintz

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

We__e only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we__ hatch a passion of our own.

I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.

Broken hearts, you can run, you can hide and perhaps the earth is big enough to believe you__e safe. So maybe for a moment you have escaped but hear me, hear me well. Love will find you and it will leave nothing behind.

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

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

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.