“Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.”

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

When she laughs, her soul floats outside her body and I can touch it.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

It was always your dreams we focused on, you never thought I’d have dreams too.

You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.

You pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.

Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.

And when you win all wars of life, there will remain one you must lose. Time.

I’ve come to see that life does not only exist where you do. There’s sense of life here too.

Nothing hurts me more than when I tell you to leave me alone, and you do.

When a woman becomes her individual most effective close friend existence is simpler.

Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.

We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.

The more profoundly we study this wonderful Book, and the more closely we observe its divine precepts, the better citizens we will become and the higher will be our destiny as a nation.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

When I was a kid, I was like everyone else: afraid of getting nuked. We had drills in school – Sweden was very close to the Soviet Union. There was definitely a lot of tension.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.