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

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.

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.

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

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

And when it feels too heavy to go on being you, lose a bit of yourself in me.

There it was: a few friends, laughter, and the safest place on earth.

Attention, if sudden and close, graduates into surprise; and this into astonishment; and this into stupefied amazement.

Madness is never that far away. It’s as close as saying yes to the wrong impulse.

Here you discover that so long as books are kept open, then minds can never be closed.

It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

It is no advantage to be near the light if the eyes are closed.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

When a door closes you have two choices: give up, or keep going.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.