poetry

"Never cry because you have mountains of problem in your hands to solve. Always smile because each problems will someday resolve."

"Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.[Songs of Longing]"

"Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds."

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)"

"Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream."

"The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing."

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I'll meet you there."

"This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say."

"There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart."

"My love has a flow like a flower, so it’s best if you water it with the fragrance of romance, which has the aroma of loyalty."

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

"What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!"

"life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis"

"Nothing is more natural than mutual misunderstanding; the contrary is always surprising. I believe that one never agrees on anything except by mistake, and that all harmony among human beings is the happy fruit of an error."

"I've triedto become someone else for a while,only to discover that he, too, was me."

"If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile."

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

"Love me like a wrong turn on a bad roadlate at night."

"It is at the edge of the petal that love waits"

"What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it."