I can tell you how I feel without saying one single word.
Does it make you smile when I write about you between the lines?
I write your name in my notebooks from time to time. Calligraphy and all.
I can take the lead but I need you to watch over me. Just a bit.
I can tell you how it feels to be free.
I’m one of those persons who needs to move to think. Move to think.
Give me sunshine, fruit and music. I’ll be happy forever.
What I enjoy the most of being an adult has more things to do with childhood than with being a grown-up.
Makes me so sad that Time flies away that when I can linger on him, I try to make him fall in love with me so he won’t ever leave me.
I’m never really alone. I’d have to forget about everything and everyone to be completely alone.
I’m addicted to sunlight. As I am to every pleasurable thing in life like hugs, coffee and kisses.
The best way to get over an obsession is to get fixated onto something else. Preferably, something more pleasurable or of quicker gratification than the previous obsession.
I’ll leave my dreams on the wayside to fall in love with yours for a while. Then, I’ll pick up mine and keep going.
If something is irrational and crazy but pleasant, I’ll probably want to do it.
Is there anything better than having a moment of complete self-abandonment, as if possessed?
“Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n’avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette.” – Raymond Dufayel in Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain.
It’s hard to know what you’re seeing if everything is out of focus. Better to wait and see.
I pity anyone who’s alone tonight.
It’s valid to change your mind. Even if you swore you wouldn’t.