“Love is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.”

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.

She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.

The prosperous can not easily form a right idea of misery.

It is always easy enough to take up arms, but very difficult to lay them down; the commencement and the termination of war are not necessarily in the same hands; even a coward may begin, but the end comes only when the victors are willing.

Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.

Only fools imagine they are already awake. How clearly they understand everything! How easily they distinguish this deception from that reality!

Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.

It is always easy to begin a war, but very difficult to stop one.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a wreched life.

It is easier to do many things than to do one thing continuously for a long time.