“Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.”

Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.

Thought is the thought of thought.

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.

Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.

Love loves to love love.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Let my country die for me.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Forevers exist, we just need to stop limiting it to only while we live – Memories and stories are eternal.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

My soul will forever be a home for your heart in a world of temporary love.

A warrior that never stops. A fire in mind, forever fighting. No surrender during war or peace. Only in death the sweet release, finally subsiding.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.

Our love is poetry oozing from our hearts spilling onto bedsheets and tearing us apart. Our love was always meant to be a journey through the cosmos for eternity.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.