Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.
Was it hard?" I ask. Letting go?" Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.
Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
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
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.