“Every word I write is crude and weak when it comes to conveying you how much I appreciate you.”

You proved to me that I can lose something I never even had in the first place.

I hope the world never steals us from ourselves.

Everything turns out okay in the end, so what is the point in worrying?

Don’t act strong when everything wrong, when everything hurts and your energy’s gone.

There’s more to life than this. There’s more to life than this. Although it doesn’t seem like it, there’s more to life than this.

And I must learn every language to find a word that describes your beauty.

Enough of this. The next one I love will return my passion.

These thoughts will kill me if I don’t express them.

Your sorrowful beauty can soften a stone, and dampen the eyes of a god.

Look beyond their words. A whole world lies in what people never say.

The only thing that scares me more than standing out is not standing out at all.

Find your home. You’ll know it instantly; it will be the place you never wish to flee from.

Just be a lily, blooming in the dying waste of a choking world.

How do you use so many words to say nothing at all?

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

The best people give more to the world than they can ever hope to get from it.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can’t possess radiance, you can only admire it.

Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.

To live without experiencing some shame and blushes of admiration would surely be a wretched life.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Learn to admire rightly; the great pleasure of life is that. Note what the great men admired; they admired great things; narrow spirits admire basely, and worship meanly.

I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.