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The world must be romanticized, in this way the original meaning may be found again.

You never realize how lonely you are until it's the end of the day and you got a bunch of things to talk about and no one to talk to.

I still love the people I've loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.

Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time.

The trouble with letting people see you at your worst isn’t that they’ll remember; it’s that you’ll remember.

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.

I want so much that is not here and I do not know where to go.

Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

They broke the wrong parts. They broke the wings and forgot we had claws. They left marks on our bones. We left scars on their minds.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

In English, death has a rare sound, and the only word that rhymes with it is breath, which is a rather lovely grouping.