Kadang-kadang hal paling indah di dunia itu justru yang nggak kelihatan. Itu sebabnya kita selalu tutup mata waktu mencium seseorang dan waktu kita bermimpi.

Lo tahu apa yang paling menyakitkan dari sebuah perpisahan? Kenyataan bahwa lo akan menemukan dia yang berbeda saat perjumpaan berikutnya.

I can’t dream anymore, we are better separated than together; both struggling unstoppable for our dreams.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it