“This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.”

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

There are no subjects in the world. A subject is a limitation of the world.

But the life of a man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.

Our greatest stupidities may be very wise.

Forgive yourself for what you have dreamed of yourself & what you have become.

We either die or live for something. And between those two there is only love.

Goodbyes are necessary, my child. They change us, because they’re meant to.

There is no exquisite beauty, without some strangeness in the proportion.