“The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.”

Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.

In chaos, there is fertility.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

You cannot save people, you can only love them.

It was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.

My beloved, you feel more natural than breathing.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Crying so hard, I can’t hardly breathe.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.