God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
Let the beauty we love do what we do.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.