“The beauty of things must be that they end.”

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

You aren’t ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it–don’t plan anything, just go out and do it.

You’d be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

All of life is a foreign country.

The silence was an intense roar.

The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. It’s raining and I’d like us to love each other tonight.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

Her beauty made you look but her soul was the sun.

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

I don’t usually speak when I look at you, For beautiful creatures are best enjoyed in silence.

Truth is most beautiful undraped.