“And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.”

And love stopped being love when it began to feel like a trap, instead of freedom.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

To be looked at and not found wanting – how beautiful to be enough.

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

The feeling we catching, my love is a blessing.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.

I love life – that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.

We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.