“Deprivation is the mother of poetry.”

Your body will never be familiar.

Dear Hitler Take away the torches I’m not guilty I had to have this.

It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear.

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

My reputation as a ladies’ man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

I’m just waiting for the miracle to come.

You go your way I’ll go your way too.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.

To discover the truth in anything that is alien, first dispense with the indispensable in your own vision.

Games are nature’s most beautiful creation.

I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.

We are ugly but we have the music.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Sometimes people walking out of your life is a blessing not a loss.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

The pain of inevitable loss should never outweigh the privilege of love.

Sicknesses, losses, crosses, anxieties and disappointments seem absolutely needful to keep us humble, watchful and spiritual-minde d. They are as needful as the pruning knife to the vine and the refiner’s furnace to the gold.

You forget about it whether it was 15-2 or 3-2. It’s still a loss. It doesn’t matter what the score was if we win tomorrow.

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

First I lost weight, then I lost my voice, and now I’ve lost Onassis.