Love, a dreadful bond.
And yet, so easily severed.

If I were to kiss you and go to hell I would , so then I could brag with the devils that I saw heaven without ever entering it.

Like water, humans evaporate, it just takes longer and it hurts more.

My happiness is shaped with broken pieces of him and held together with his love like an invisible mosaic.

Listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot.

For a man to conquer himself is the first and noblest of all victories.

And God said love your enemy and I obeyed him and loved myself.

Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?

There's a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

They fear of finding oneself alone, that is what they suffer from and so they don't find themselves at all.

You are a language I'm no longer fluent in but still remember how to read.

I will sin just for sin's sake.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

Real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.

The true measure of a man isn't what he reveals to the world but what he hides from it.

So I wrote to her.
Letters I never sent.
Letters I threw in the gutter or flushed away.

Poets never dress for winter.
But winter to them is no harm, for a poet's heart keeps him warm.

No matter where and when,
the classics always work.

He's been writing poetry and it made him nuts.

All wrapped up in your sad little stories, feeding off each other's misery.