“Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest.”

I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

A wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there’s another dog.

The more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.

The only journey is the one within.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

A person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them – they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

We lock away our secrets and push them deep down so they feel farther away but they will always be inside us, no matter how well we hide the key.

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

Of what use is a philosopher who doesn’t hurt anybody’s feelings?

I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.

They expect me to feel like spring but my heart is full of April showers.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Be mindful of dreams they make the numb feel again and the broken love again.

I love how it feels to live in a world that falls for the perfect, While you fall for the real.