“I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.”

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

I fell in love with the way you wanted more.

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

Give me love like summer rain.

This wild heart beats restlessness.

I search for summer in every corner of september.

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.

We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.

The courage of one’s opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the other side.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many.

Talk is cheap. Learn to listen with your eyes. Actions do speak louder than words. Watch what a person does more than what he says.

You heard me. You ain’t blind.

Just close your eyes and enjoy the rollercoaster that is life.

Muslim women had to go out in purdah, that heavy sheet that covers even the eyes. Hindu women had to go out in the doli, a kind of closed sedan chair like a catafalque. My mother always told me about these things with bitterness and rage.

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.