“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.”

“We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one”

“There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad...”

“Well enough, I reply. Remember, youre drunk. And happy. Youre supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more. like Im lusting? This is me, lusting. His lashes flutter at me. bet...”

“Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.”

“That's how it is with legends. The greater they sound, the more must've got left out.”

“Don't, Sir, accustom yourself to use big words for little matters.”

“Modern formulaic society will try to make you "normal," rushing to call pseudoscientific anything you can do that they cant.”

“If some mystical occurrences happen to us, dont we normally and fearfully prefer to call them strange coincidences? Or try to persuade ourselves it was only an indication of our overactive imaginat...”

“If some mystical occurrences happen to us, don’t we “normally” and fearfully prefer to call them strange coincidences? Or try to persuade ourselves it was only an indication of our overactive imagi...”