Let love, prayer, meditation, become the center of your world.
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
We were together, I forget the rest.
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too .
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms.
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
