“When I see you, I feel it that love is working for me, like you are my home.”

When I met you, I suddenly became a person who can never love anyone else again.

Maybe he is a one kind of a poem in a form of a body.

You’ve had love all along.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

I want love to be my sanctuary. The place I dwell when I am weak.

With the right person, everything will always be okay. Even if it is difficult, you never have a question about it. You just patiently there and wait, because you know the answer for the best.

Let this now be the time, to give thanks even to a small thing that keeps you alive.

When I look at you, I am home.

Treat the ones you love most the very best.

I hope you find someone who makes you feel so at home, even with just their voice.

What I admire about love is that, even in its weakness, it still wishes you well.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

I believe that if you tell me I am enough, I am enough.

Love came to me as you.

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Maybe you have to be smaller if you want to see bigger things. To see how the sky looked prettier from the ground.

The only time that any of us have to grow or change or feel or learn anything is in the present moment. But we’re continually missing our present moments, almost willfully, by not paying attention.

Feel free to make time to do absolutely nothing.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Something that you feel will find its own form.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

Only when I was singing did I feel loved.

My experience of singing, as an actor, was that there’s a different creative feeling of freedom. The acting thing is a bit more defined and cerebral. I can see why people would want to cross over. If you have so much freedom on stage then perhaps you want to be confined a bit, and vice versa.

Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?