Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Allow love to affect you.

It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.