“Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.”

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

Love is the only engine of survival.

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

I will never find the faces for all the goodbyes I’ve made.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.

You go to Heaven once you’ve been to Hell.

When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don’t know what to say.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.

I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.

It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.

I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.

Learning and adapting things again isn’t that easy for ones who loved someone unconditionally.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

It hurt the most when you are trying to fit in the place who are not meant to.

Late-night conservations, Breathtaking memories, and an endless sky full of unseen dazzling stars. That’s how I want to remember us.

After you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?

Maybe admitting you need a break will give someone else the space to take one too.