"Sanober Khan"の名言

The splendid thing about falling apart silently... is that you can start over as many times as you like.

Words are powerful forces of nature. they are destruction. they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water. they are flowers and bone. they burn. they cleanse they erase. they etch. they can either leave you feeling homeless or brimming with home.

some winters will never melt some summers will never freeze and some things will only ... live in poems.

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

i write because it is the only way i can reach you.

Fall in love with the energy of the mornings trace your fingers along the lull of the afternoons take the spirit of the evenings in your arms kiss it deeply and then make love to the tranquility of the nights.

the intensity in your eyes burns my pen as i write.

lean in to kiss me in all the places where the ache is the most special.

stronger than mountains. a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

i immerse myself in you like i immerse myself into a beautiful story.

With callused hands i tasted the softness of the moon in the coldest winds i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love.

in a world full of temporary things you are a perpetual feeling.

the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

i want to be in love with you the same way i am in love with the moon with the light shining out of its soul.

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

sometimes i don't know, which moment which cool gust of wind will come, and enchant me tousling my hair and my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kiss the old wrench in my soul reminding me, all over again i miss you better in the rain.

I had embraced you... long before i hugged you.

funny how our hearts were designed to love so fiercely. but break ever so gently.