“Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.”

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Where the heart is the mind works best.

For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.

Everybody said, “Follow your heart”. I did, it got broken.

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.