She's forever in my dreams, but when I wake up she's gone. Perhaps she's scared of the reality of love.

An independent woman does not need a man who will spoil her with the finest jewels. All that she needs is a man who will show her the finer things in life.

We lack loyalty, yet we call each other "brother."

Anna: "I'm a just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her"

I envy you, your youth. Every woman is still a dream, a thing that can’t exist. Even when you touch her, a creature too beautiful to be real or to cause real pain. It’s different for old men. We have more old wounds from these dreams.

When your dreams get fulfilled in dreams, wouldn’t you rather skip reality?