Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

Stop learning. Start knowing

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

There are no edges to my loving now.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.