You give me the duty to write about love

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache

I hear them say "Why do I miss someone I haven't even met?"How about not missing someone because it feels like they've been with you all along?

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly

If we all die and become stars then I must believe that our souls live in the stars. Now I know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see

Oh Love, whenever I hear your name, I hear the heartbeat of every lifetime all at once. I feel the heartbeat of the universe the way I get extreme earthquake shocks but completely safe

A wounded heart that loves even more is immortal, it only survives and blooms time after time. If you happen to live in it, there's no safer place in the world than its beating.

Let it go and learn from the process.

That which you manifest is before you

My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.

I just want to this about that.

Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil.

When I put my pen to a blank sheet, black isn’t added but rather the white sheet is deprived of light. [] Thus I also grasped that the empty spaces are the most important aspect of a typeface.

Some people hate Jews. Fine, alright it's been done. I mean, that's part of my problem with it. Could you hate somebody new? I'm not giving you any suggestions but the Belgians have had a good run.

And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

I'm a reader, so when I go to bookstores I need (stuff) that's going to help me. There a big emptiness there and I want to help fill that through song.

For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.