“Sometimes truth is a kind of love not many hearts can bear.”

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

Maybe we become what we write about.

The past is an empty battleground.

Pretty flowers have to die some day too.

Beautiful things are quiet beings.

Time offers us space to grow.

Autumn nights carry the most colourful dreams through the empty woods.

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

Her love was like lavender, Delicate and melancholy.

Poetry is a silent revolution.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Did you ever take a deep breath and appreciated the people, things and memories that stayed in your life