“This love is silent.”

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.

It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

Do I dare Disturb the universe?

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.

There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.

Love is meant to inspire you, and add positive energy to your soul. It is not meant to make you feel drained and powerless.

One day love will come in form of somebody who wants to give more than take, and you will know why love is rare.

The moon is not bound to make any sense to me yet always it reminds me of you. -Choosing you.

There is no better way to convey your love than by showing up for the people who matter to you.

My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.

Steal back your heart – self-love.

I hold that he who teaches that not reason but love should rule opens up the way for those who rule by hate.