A lover never becomes a loser.

The person you love best, you share the world with. When that person's gone the world remains but it isn't the same thing, it's at a distance.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.