Shazamsam

I could watch the sky all day, and breathe the air, and never once grow tired of it. It is enough, more than enough, not to suffer.

Is this not better than forgetting—to face our regrets for what they are, to know their measure, to know the value of what we have lost?

“Love must be shared, or else it is just madness.”

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

I want to imagine wrinkled time, and forests thick with wolves, and bleak midnight moors. I dream about people who don't need to have sex to know they love each other. I dream about people who would only ever kiss you on the cheek

Have you ever loved someone you knew was wrong for you? Someone who hurt you over and over again and hurt those around you, but you could forgive them because losing them would hurt even more?

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life

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I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.