- “When love is roaming in our mind, looping in the deepest fringes of our heart, undreamt spaciousness emerges, repealing the constraints of triviality and letting stifling narrowness fade away. While our mindset is besieged by a revolving burst of emotion, our world is ultimately opening up. (Cape of good hope)” ― Erik Pevernagie
- Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely. William Faulkner
- “lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.” ― Sanober Khan
- Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. Oscar Wilde
- The kindest hearts have felt the most pains. Unknown
- Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough. Gustave Flaubert
- “When it came to her, I became an indomitable warrior. My muscles became her shield and my lungs aided her breath. She would not fall with me by her side, for I was the wings that sprouted from her back. No one would cross her without first having to survive my wrath.” ― Hubert Martin
- “The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encounter along the way, a love that can be seen in the eyes of a little dog or in the confusion of a cute lost cat who wants to be worshiped like a Goddess. This kind of love goes through a divine crafting of a person’s inner self, through personal experience and thousands of years of tears and strength, that can only be seen in the familiar eyes of old souls, the eyes that recognize each other even after long times of separation, the eyes that find themselves familiar with places they have probably been to before, but that nevertheless bring great memories with every visit. This kind of love sees hope in the eyes of new-born children that know way much more than they are capable of putting into words and that bring with their innocence a smile on each person’s face who’d wish they could start again. The love that I see when I look at you is a love which has roots deep inside each of us, but that needs care and light to grow and unfold its branches so that they can reach outside of ourselves and even further beyond the skies.” ― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
- What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears? Søren Kierkegaard
- “I wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn’t even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see her… where is me?” ― Hubert Martin
- Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable. Euripides
- “She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.” ― Hubert Martin
- “You’re a beautiful flower, fall fearlessly.” ― Akash S. Bansal, Desires and Destiny
- The darker the night, the brighter the stars. Fyodor Dostoyevsky
- If you’ve never eaten while crying you don’t know what life tastes like. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- “And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.” ― Hubert Martin
- “love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers” ― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
- If it is not necessary to decide, it is necessary not to decide. Lord Acton
- Rest in reason; move in passion. Kahlil Gibran
- Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe
- “She’s an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I’m just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.” ― Hubert Martin
- What labels me, negates me. Søren Kierkegaard
- Passion is born deaf and dumb. Honoré de Balzac
- People spend too much time doing and not enough time thinking about what they should be doing. Naval Ravikant
- “He was a musician of the best nature, with guitar string fingertips and soft flute lips that could tighten in a trumpet’s purse. Every movement was perfect, every breath filled with purpose. Whether close or open, his eyes seeped ambition and his body burned with chaotic passion. I was his instrument and he played me so well. His fingers fashioned a tune of ecstasy while his lips felt the reed shudders of my skin. He stole my breath and made it his own, using my lips to create his climactic song. A symphony of electricity and orgasmic bliss, he played me so well his fingers never did miss. Half-circles and hooks with my parted lips as his speaker, I never knew another musician so ruthlessly eager. To finish his song, to hit every note, elongating the melody of every sound from the depths of my throat. He was ambitious, pushing my limits, tearing my reservations and destroying my thresholds, all I could do was phase in and out, my ears ringing from the ballad I was made to produce.” ― Hubert Martin
- Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Kahlil Gibran
- To define is to limit. Oscar Wilde
- Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live. Gustave Flaubert
- There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion. Edgar Allan Poe
- Full well do I know that in order to attain any definite goal, it is imperative that one person should do the thinking and commanding. Albert Einstein