Na minha experiência

Doubt thou the stars are fire

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

I'm looking for love

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

It’s okay

It’s okay. Life doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be lived.

[…] e nas noites solitárias do meu eu, saio pra dançar salsa com a minha confusão

She longed to know what at that moment

She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her. and whether, in defiance of every thing, she was still dear to him.

Courage

Courage, dear heart.