That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

Love is the vital core of the soul. And of all you see, only love is infinite.

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.

Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.