“May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.”

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

Its neither politics or religion. Music is the universal love language.

We forget that our parents were children, too. Let’s get to know them as little ones. Perhaps we’ll find the answer why they behave now the way they do.

I am a moth madly captivated by the fire in you.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?

Why bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.

Your tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.

Don’t go out dating others just because you feel empty or because you want to feel alive. You do it for the right reason.

The deeper the pain that you have gone through, the more compassion you are capable of feeling.

But dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.

Poetry is dangerous.

The bigger your dreams, the taller the mountains, the more tempestuous the waters you have to cross.

You cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.

Let those lovers come to you healed. They are not your project to fix.

It is when faced with adversity that we get to know what we are made up of, what we are capable of doing, and who we truly are.

You are the phoenix that must first burn before rising from your own ruin.

How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us.

She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.

When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.

It is always a delicate matter, when a friend or acquaintance becomes president.

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.