Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.