Love is like an eternal flame, once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.

When you can be this, why are you ever anything else? - Broken Verses

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.

How to explain to the earth that it was more functional as a vegetable patch than a flower garden, just as factories were more functional than schools and boys were more functional as weapons than as humans.

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.