“The sad thing is, she said, the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.”

I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.

If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.

I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.

Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.

The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.

If a boy ever says, you remind me of someone–don’t fall in love with him. You will never be anything more than second best.

A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.

There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.

One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.

I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.

You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.

Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.

If you’re saddened by another’s sorrow, then sorrow will never come to you. If you are happy at another’s joy then joy will never leave you.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!

Together, we’ll live with the sadness. I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

The person who will give you unexplained happiness, will also be the reason for your unexplained sadness.