“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”

You are alone with everything you love.

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand.

A God-intoxicated man.

The highest purpose of intellectual cultivation is to give a man a perfect knowledge and mastery of his own inner self.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

We never completely comprehend ourselves, but we can do far more than comprehend.

Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

Hypotheses are nets: only he who casts will catch.

When you understand how to love one thing, then you also understand how to love everything.

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.

We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!

To philosophize means to make vivid.

In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.

Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

If the heart is meant to be broken, then it is also meant to be healed.

A part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.

Wound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

I just want you to know that nothing hidden heals.

Don’t you believe true love can heal a broken heart?

Time heals what you allow it to.

I have come to believe that the hurt ones are also the healers.