“Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.”

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

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.

I’ve learned that it’s OK to be flawed, that life can be messy, that some days you glide and some days you fall, but most important, that there are no secret answers out there.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

When things fall apart in your life, you feel as if your whole world is crumbling. But actually it’s your fixed identity that’s crumbling. And as Chögyam Trungpa used to tell us, that’s cause for celebration.

I never feel the rise before the fall.

When you fall in love with the process rather than the product, you don’t have to wait to give yourself permission to be happy.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

The only way to become excellent is to be endlessly fascinated by doing the same thing over and over. You have to fall in love with boredom.

If a lump of soot falls into the soup and you cannot conveniently get it out, stir it well in and it will give the soup a French taste.