“I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.”

I’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.

If love is rain ours is always pouring.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.

I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

Your lips land on mine like a delicate prayer but I can still taste my mistakes years later.

I am still learning to love all the parts of me you kept hidden.

Static heart. Work of heart. Purify me with a dirty tongue.

Understand my soul – it’s the only love language I care for you to know.

I set sail eagerly and hungrily on the sea of love, to which there is no end in sight – only bright beginnings.

Beauty fades. Your spirit is forever.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

The best art is political and you ought to be able to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.

Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.

Nothing more beautiful than taking a nap with my children.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.