i'm not close to many people anymore

if i find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that i was made for another world

all great changes are preceded by chaos 

life isn't good or bad, it just is

i'm living in separate universes and i have no idea where i actually belong

sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realise you're really strangers

you have to believe, otherwise it will never happen

serendipity: finding something good without looking for it

you can love someone so much but you can never love people as much as you can miss them

nothing is permanently perfect

have a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing 

you took away my butterflies

coincidence & chance

there are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice 

maybe it's sad. maybe it's not sad

lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. that's part of what it means to be alive 

if you are a bird, i am a bird

tomorrow has no mistakes in it yet

when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth