Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.
What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well…
When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything?
The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.
I wanted the whole world or nothing.
Body and soul, let’s all go / transformed into arrows! / Piercing the air / body and soul, let’s go / with no turning back.
Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It’s like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn. And that’s why they’re here. You’ll have that gift forever.
Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.
Much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said.