Quotes about love-her-wild

She walkedthrough her lifeheavyfrom themighty wingsupon her back.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

I just need you and some sunsets. 

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue. 

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. 

She wore the moonlight like lingerie. 

She was everything real in a world of make-believe. 

She was not for everyone but she was for me. 

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be. 

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. 

Songs live longer than kingdoms. 

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey. 

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside. 

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

She wore his love like a loaded gun. 

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk. 

I worry there is something broken in our generation,there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.

There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

Love her but leave her wild 

It was her chaos that made her beautiful. 

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

Chase your stars fool, life is short. 

Time is all we have and don’t. 

As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

There’s too much risk in loving,’the young boy said,‘no,’said the old man,‘there’s too much risk in not.

When it comes to love we are primates breaking stickswhile pointing to our hearts.

It's a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart

LIFE IS A JOURNEYTO FIND THE PEOPLEWEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

THE RIGHTPOEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO.—ATTICUS

EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

I believed that no man in this world deserves me until I met you.

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars to see the dreams come true around her.