Michael Faudet Quotes

I have cried an ocean for you but still your ship refuses to sail.

Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress."
"Understood," she replied.

She was the kind of girl
who loved to stretch out
under the sheets,
eating chocolate,
reading books
and fucking on
rainy afternoons.

Her kisses reminded me of lemon slices drizzled with sticky honey. Bitter, sweet and strangely irresistible.

When chasing love
at any cost -

The pathways meet
but seldom cross.

Yes, it can be a struggle to pull ourselves out of the oozing mud of negativity and pettiness. But when we do, it's remarkable how liberating it feels to be back in control of our lives.

I suddenly realized it's no coincidence the two middle letters of life are if. For every action we make, there is a reaction. The outcome often beyond our control, fragile and fraught with ruinous consequences. Like a soap bubble made real by a gentle breath only to be taken by it.

I've always longed to turn the last page of a romantic novel but it seems my life is destined to remain a book of short stories.

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

I became so obsessed with you, that I even convinced myself that you loved me.

Always fight for love-walk barefoot across the jagged shards of a broken heart but never become its victim.

You asked me to give you a second chance and all you gave me back was a repeated mistake.

Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe–the stars sighed in unison.

Of course I remember. How could I possibly forget a memory tattooed onto my heart?

The truth is, the harsh reality of love, is that it's fickle, mostly fleeting, and seldom ticks every single box if we do find it.

Picking up the pieces of a broken relationship is like gathering up shards of glass with bear hands and eyes closed.

Summer Storm

She was wild, unpredictable, beautiful, and dangerous. Impossible to resist. A summer storm in a bikini.

I'm a strange girl, hopelessly lost and terribly confused. What's worse, I think I may have fallen madly in love with you.

Falling in love is not rational. It's madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity.

The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.

She was a curious girl, a wanderer, who spent her summers chasing fluttering pieces of prose and eating strawberries.

I live in a peculiar world," she said, "in a place where reality ends and a fiction begins. Maybe that's why I love you.

Nobody knows your heart better than you. Trust your instincts. Never let anyone cast a shadow over your sunshine.

Another day spent slipping away from you.

A mind possessed by unmade books.

I believe in you." Words that water flowers.

Hypnotized

I am hypnotized
Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words,
Never wishing to wake-

You were my beautiful mistake and I don't regret anything. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

Cry for me,
not when I'm dead,
for that will be too late-
cry for me now
while I'm still here,
to kiss your tears
away.

We fell asleep as lovers do, listening to the raindrops pitter-patter on the old tin roof, hands entwined and souls secretly smiling.

I knew I had to set you free. To put my feelings aside and let love slip through my fingers. It wasn't easy. But if you try to keep hold of a butterfly - you run the risk of crushing it.

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.

Do you ever feel guilty?" she asked, clutching a flower to her chest.

"Yes," I replied. "But only because it has taken me so long to realize who I am and what truly stirs my heart.

She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.

I suddenly realised it's no coincidence the two middle letters of life are if.

Sometimes we are so generous with our love, so willing to give it all away, we leave nothing behind for ourselves.

Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

I write because you exist.

We all make mistakes.
Mine was falling madly in love and forgetting to pack a parachute.

I cannot begin to fathom the intricate nature of love, the endless "whys" and the cold reality of "because.