Unrequited Love.

Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

People who have only good experiences aren’t very interesting. They may be content, and happy after a fashion, but they aren’t very deep.

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

Perhaps we are the same person. Perhaps we have no limits; perhaps we flow into each other, stream through each other, boundlessly and magnificently. You bear terrible thoughts; it is almost painful to be near you. At the same time it is enticing. Do you know why?

Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that’s the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them.

Oh, darling, it’s true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too.

I don’t want perfect, I want honest.

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world…We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

It is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

It’s not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.