In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I've freedom unboundCut the laces of life

To love is to communicate, and you can communicate only in truth. Speak the truth, and speak it with love.

If you want to be happy, then be happy. Misery is a choice.

I love music. It's freedom, a way to deal with pent-up frustration.

To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry.

Healing is, by definition, taking a process of disintegration of life and transforming into a process of return to life.

Those who keep speaking about the sun while walking under a cloudy sky are messengers of hope, the true saints of our day.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

The United States is the only country left now, bar Romania, Bulgaria and Poland, that has this all-government system.

Writing seems like the only job where what you think and feel really matters.