The saddest people Ive ever met in life are the ones who dont care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand and without them any happiness is only temporary because theres nothing to make it last.

What Is Love I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old his coat worn the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Sometimes when Im alone I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train the kisses in the arena.

What is hell I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Without you in my arms I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know its an impossibility but I cannot help myself.

If you love somebody let them go for if they return they were always yours. If they dont they never were.

The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.

My dearFind what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For all things will kill you both slowly and fastly but its much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours

Then I realize what it is. Its him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

Sometimes its a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.