All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
A large heart can be filled with very little.