一期一会

And though my love did not leave, it went down into deeper darker places.

Yes, yes, but now let me turn and kiss somebody and let there be music.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and Desire, stirring dull roots with Spring rain

A dim misty moon appears. I torment myself with doubt.

If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.

Once your songs endure

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.