Life made me an actor from birth. The world, darling, is not my stage but my audience.

You cannot know what I do not tell you, yet you will be judged harshly for not knowing.

Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love.

Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish. And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.

You have no idea how many thousands of times I have whispered to myself 'don’t give up'.