“You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.”

I loved you with all my heart turns out a whole for some is barely apart.

The ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Life is a winking light in the darkness.

Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.

The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows.

Crazy how you gotta wait until it’s dark out to see who really with you.

The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness.

A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn’t there.

The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest light can come; it is only after extreme grief that the greatest joy can come.