“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.”

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

By yielding you may obtain victory.

We believe slowly when belief brings pain.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.

Everyone’s a millionaire where promises are concerned.

Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.

Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.

I can live neither with you, nor without you.

First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, ‘I believe,’ three times.

What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.

Love comes as a gift.

The way you rip off my clothes makes me feel like I am a gift, your gift that you can wait to unfold.

Life is the ultimate gift.

Self-love is the best gift you can give to yourself.

The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.

In life, you always have a choice. Whatever it touches: the choice of wardrobes, who you spend your time with, what gifts you give, what you believe in and what thoughts you focus on. Chaos is your choice. Anger is your choice.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

Being present in the life of someone you love is the best gift you can offer.