“We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love - no matter how deep they run.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“I was always afraid to love too much - now I fear that I loved you too little.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“To to remembered by a heart is the greatest honour - yet the greatest tragedy.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Love paints the heart so delicate; so why would my words ever borrow the ink of their own demise?” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Our morality changes everything that holds truth - while the hate you paint with just recolours the lines of history.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“My kind of love is made for the stage, untouchable and unbroken; its fate is to be doomed in repetition, in the… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“We can not all love in the same way - for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“In this day and age — the great age of modernists — you don’t ruin a love by being unfaithful or unjust;… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The Price Love will probably kill me, Long before I fell out of it, Or madly in with another. It will rush like a… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Simple things are found in ordinariness - but extraordinary things live inside love.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The moment will come when the feelings in your heart get so heavy that even your body is exhausted.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The scars of my heart wore ivory and the lines on my mind told crimson lies.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“We place too much of ourselves inside art - so we become part of it and never feel quiet again for the people, we… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Christmas Hyacinths The air grows cleaner with each sight Of words - silver and clear - Without heaviness and sighs. Winter closes in on each street, That… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“We are our own tragedies. The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its own accord.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Simple things are found in ordinariness - but extraordinary things live inside love.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“Love paints the heart so delicate; so why would my words ever borrow the ink of their own demise?” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The Price Love will probably kill me, Long before I fell out of it, Or madly in with another. It will rush like a red hand, With… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“(WHEN I WAS A CHILD) I was told that I was insane, seeing doctors in hospitals far away from home. LITTLE WHITE PILLS inside… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
