“Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning.""There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love.""Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal.Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got tospend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out.""There are some loves that last.""No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.”
Guillaume Musso“You are your own refugeThere is no otherYou cannot save anotherYou can only save yourself.”
Guillaume Musso, Seras-tu là?“A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is. ”
Guillaume Musso, Seras-tu là?“You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.”
Guillaume Musso, Seras-tu là?“Your soulmate can also be your downfall. ”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?“so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?""Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?“He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?“Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore.”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?“A rare, deep and passionate love.”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?“Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning.""There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love.""Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal.Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got tospend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out.""There are some loves that last.""No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.”
Guillaume Musso, Que serais-je sans toi?