“Your absence in my heart has taught me how to find my own way finally.”

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.

Forever seems dreadful without a love to fill it with.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

We can not all love in the same way – for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

Solitude causes more wounds than it was ever meant to heal.

How a love ends should never define your next one.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

If you truly love someone, you’ll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

At the heart of all men suffering lies the absence of safety, and from that absence, fear is born.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.

I’m not making a problem out of a personal question; I make of a personal question an absence of a problem.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

liberty, to define it, is nothing other than the absence of impediments to motion

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.