“Look at me, comforting you with the words I wish someone spoke to me.”

Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?

I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.

The ache in my bones have owned me all my life. Your love is finally setting me free.

They say body is nothing but the dress for the soul. So does this mean all my pain and all my tragedies are now tattoos on my soul?

The Love in your eyes will forever hold a glimpse of me.

The greatest longing I will ever have, is for the love I always deserved but never received.

For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?

Pray to God that your attachment to such transitory things as wealth, name, and creature comforts may become less and less every day.

Let no day slip over without some comfort received from the mouth of God.

Anyone can live contentedly in circumstances of ease and comfort, health and well-being gratification and felicit

Take something from yourself, to give to another, that is humane and gentle and never takes away as much comfort as it brings again.

The Church has its problems, but the older I get, the more comfort I find there.

We ask God to endow human souls with justice so that they may be fair and may strive to provide for the comfort of all that each member of humanity may pass his life in the utmost comfort and welfare.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.