I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep there are no words for that.

Well nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day at that hour I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land

I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art and art wasnt supposed to look nice it was supposed to make you feel something.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit and thats what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror the person who shows you everything that is holding you back the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person youll ever meet because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever Nah. Too painful. Soul mates they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up tear apart your ego a little bit show you your obstacles and addictions break your heart open so new light can get in make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life then introduce you to your spiritual master...

Were all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdnessand call it lovetrue love.

If you like her if she makes you happy and if you feel like you know her---then dont let her go.

For the two of us home isnt a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Everyone at some point in their lives wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them and that they will never have a decent nights sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve but suspecting in their heart of hearts that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up so that they can feel this way too.