“some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.”

“...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.”

“there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.”

“it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty.”

“because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.”

“i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.”

“I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!""You do car...”

“You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.”

“I would like to be able to breathe to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.”

“His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements and endlessness. Layers of l...”

“And I'd noticed her eyes, the lightest blue, and alive, moving here and there and then staring straight on. And now there's darkness under her eyes like she hasn't slept well for too many days, alm...”

“Listen to the whisper of the ocean. See the beauty of her crystal blue eyes. Enjoy the hug of her warm, joyful and dancing beauty. Feel her deep driving desire in her waves.”

“At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the worlds rivers, betwe...”

“Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.”

“I breathe in the soft, saturated exhalations of cedar trees and salmonberry bushes, fireweed and wood fern, marsh hawks and meadow voles, marten and harbor seal and blacktail deer. I breathe in the...”