“You go your way I’ll go your way too.”

A young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.

You live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep.

To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

Love is the only engine of survival.

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

I will never find the faces for all the goodbyes I’ve made.

Everything which originates from pure love is lit with the radiance of beauty.

The man who gets me is getting one hell of a woman.

The biggest (and hardest) lesson I’ve learned in life is that the external world is just a reflection of the world within.

Teach young girls that their beauty is only a fraction of who they are.

That sure kind of love, where jealousy has no resting place, and doubt has no home.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

You tasted like forever in temporary moments.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.