It was strange even after suffering from fate, a person in love would choose the same fate over his life.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

One of the better guarantors of ending up in a good relationship: an advanced capacity to be alone.

Following my muse has worked out pretty well so far. I can't see any reason to change the formula now.

I prefer highs and lows to an even keel. Moderation is never something I've been good at.

The only question with wealth is, what do you do with it?

What poetry can, must, and will always do for us: it complicates us, it doesn’t ‘soothe.’

I feel like the health industry is getting nothing but stronger every day.

Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

The spirit of interdependence will not cost us more than it's worth. On the steep slope ahead, holding hands is necessary. And it just might be that we can learn to enjoy it.

She was doing it because she had nothing to lose, because her life was one of constant, day to day frustration.

Though we travel the world over to find beauty, we must carry it with us or we find it not . . . The difference between landscape and landscape is small, but there is a great difference in beholders.