“I decided to make a choice. And there is beauty in that – decision.”

I can’t take the look in your eyes of hurt I can’t help.

Sometimes you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel until you’ve learned how to live in the dark.

You loved me when it seemed impossible to love myself. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never unfeel that.

Help isn’t helpful for the unwilling.

I will dance under stars I can not see; and I will hold hands I can not yet reach.

Sometimes anger is a form of passion that isn’t being listened too.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

Nature is beautiful because it looks like Art; and Art can only be called beautiful if we are conscious of it as Art while yet it looks like Nature.

Beauty is one way in which truth essentially occurs as unconcealment.

Beauty shames the ugly. Strength shames the weak. Death shames the living – and the Ideal shames us all.

Look closely. The beautiful may be small.

When I spoke of “beauty”, I was thinking of Rilke’s notion that the beautiful is nothing but the beginning of the terrible, and of Hölderlin’s idea that the beautiful can unite extreme opposites in intimacy.

Beauty presents an indeterminate concept of Understanding, the sublime an indeterminate concept of Reason.

Human beings are actually created for the transcendent, for the sublime, for the beautiful, for the truthful, and all of us are given the task of trying to make this world a little more hospitable to these beautiful things.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.