It hurts like hell when you know that you need to let go of someone but you can't, because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen.

You have to look for things. Van Gogh looked for some yellow when the sun disappeared.

We master ideas, which are nothing, but not our emotions, which are all.

Time is the killer, time is the healer.

A thousand years may pass, but you will always be the one.

Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me.

The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.

Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop.

Do not regret a war that has matured you.

And as I watch the leaves fall gracefully from the trees, I am gently reminded there is beauty in release.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

The wave left the shore soaked in memories, never to return again, leaving it forever changed.

To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter.
To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Sometimes home isn't four walls, it's two eyes and a heart.

In my heart, an endless restlessness resides, destined to end with my life.

I have a heart that hurts nobody but me.

When you left, like the fading day,
I fell after you, like sunset's way.

The old world is dying. And the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.

If it stays, it is love.
If it ends, it's a love story.
If it never begins, it is poetry.

Upon taking his own life, Socrates offered a rooster to the god of healing, Asclepius, to pay his debt.
To Socrates, death was not a defeat, but a cure.

Loneliness forced me to become my own best friend.