“I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.”

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.

The limited circle is pure.

All language is but a poor translation.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.

Evil is whatever distracts.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

Won’t you let me sail the waves with you, we can dive into the darkest depths of each other and if you ever feel like drowning, I promise I will be there to bring you back to solid ground.

Will you try being a minimalist? Reduce the clutter, the daily list? A clean blank page, room for something new. Darkness to Light, half a life you could have missed.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.