“Please be careful. Hearts are fragile.”

I gave him my heart but he didn’t want any part. So, I sold the pieces to the highest bidders.

Because there is trust and love whatever you tell me I believe you.

Like a flame without its shadow you’re there.

To really know how you feel about someone write their name down.

You mangle my sex and call it love. And I wonder, how many others have confused tar for honey.

Children are pure chaos and love.

You are the guardian of your own happiness. So guard it.

As soon as you realize you don’t need them you will be free.

And the day fell into night but you’re still my brightest light.

I rub my hands to start a fire placing it inside your heart.

And you get everything you wanted from me whilst I only get parts of you.

Maybe the universe is talking and you should listen.

The one thing that sits true among everything else – Love.

Animals don’t care what you look like. They care how you love.

The gift is right next to the wound.

I was running adrift then you came an anchor to my soul to my ship.

artists try to say things that can’t be said. in a fragile net of words, gestures, or colors, we hope to capture a feeling.

So many complaints boil down to the belly ache of the fragile, mortal, ignored ego in a vast and indifferent universe.

Where you are tender, you speak your plural.

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

Maybe being powerful means to be fragile.

The story of a couple is always very fragile, especially over more than thirty years.

People know it’s not easy, and even though you have strong feeling and desire and endless love, it doesn’t always happen.

Preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work and the love we give our fragile craft.