“I’ve been taught that it will be such an extraordinary story if it ends with forgiveness.”

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.

You can’t forget the person who prayed for you because when you were happy yesterday, maybe their prayers were a part of it too.

About pain; maybe it will hit you when you think about what will happen if you just stay a little longer.

The odds and ends of your mental surplus you carelessly throw at the world, one wants to be at a loss, in a maze; amazed, and amazingly unabashed.

It is important that Bashar leaves in the beginning, not at the end of the process.

The study of mathematics, like the Nile, begins in minuteness but ends in magnificence.

I’m not sure if he’ll end up as the permanent guitar player, but he’s the type of guy who can kind of step in and play anything.

We ought to consider the end in everything.

I go home at the end of the day and I rarely talk about what I did that day.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.