what is love if not misery?

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatement.”

I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.

"What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul"

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."

"They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now"

I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late-there's that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantime...Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

"I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me."

I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by its breathtaking moments.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.