“In October I confessed my love for her, and she allowed me to kiss her.”

“I want to tear up the earth until I find you,”

“I know now, what I didn’t then, that affection can’t always be expressed in calm, orderly, articulate ways; and that one cannot prescribe the form it should take for anyone else.”

“I wanted them to understand the language of my eyes; they spoke for me when my tongue couldn’t.”

“Love comes to those who still love after disappointment, who still believe after betrayal, and who still love after they’ve been hurt.”

what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.

And I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere.

Butterflies still roam in abandoned gardens.

Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.

When they ask you what your favorite moment is, you will say her. You will always say her.

991:

Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it’s mine.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.