“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts,rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”

“He hides some part of his soul from himself.”

“- Why are you looking at me that way? - Because there is nothing on this earth that’s better than you,”

I was never there. Absent, always. It all happened without me. I don’t know what’s happened.

- Haven’t seen you for ages, how are you? - Burning.

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go write it down, you either over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

We ruined ourselves—I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other.

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?

Maybe this is what it’s all about. You love a person for as long as you possibly can until you run out of love. You love them even when they don’t love you. And then you can leave, as quietly as you came, knowing that you gave all you had, knowing that you couldn’t have been any more than what you were and that it was pure, that it was full and that you were honest with it all.

Suffering is necessary until you realize it is unnecessary.

The wounded recognized the wounded.

I’m so good at beginnings, but in the end I always seem to destroy everything, including myself.

Say surrender. Say alabaster. Switchblade.             Honeysuckle. Goldenrod. Say autumn. Say autumn despite the green             in your eyes. Beauty despite daylight. Say you’d kill for it. Unbreakable dawn             mounting in your throat. My thrashing beneath you             like a sparrow stunned with falling.

It never ends, the bruise of being–

Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they’d all be watching you. They’d all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say, “It hurts. It hurts.”