The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

Every object, every being...is a jar full of delight.