“Foolishly hoping you return with a kiss.”

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

My heart holds your name like it’s the only thing it knows.

He is the love of my life, but not in this life.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

Anxiety is on the run and depression sleeps in the next room.

A broken heart will make a poet out of you.

I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.

You only loved me in your loneliness.

I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.

Foolish if i trust one who has already shown themselves untrustworthy.

Time is precious, it is foolish to waste it.

A little foolishness, enough to enjoy life, and a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.

Life has its own lesson on our foolishness.

I was rather foolish in saying that I did not like arithmetic and to learn figures when I did – I was not thinking quite what I was about. The sums can be done better, if I tried, than they are.

How strange and foolish is man. He looses his health in gaining wealth. Then to regain health he wastes his wealth.

Fame is foolish, it is pointless, meaningless.

All that is great cannot be possessed – and that is one of the most foolish things man goes on doing. We want to possess.