Every romantic knows that love was never a noun; it is a verb.

The time for revolt is now, and the time for revolt is always!

Art builds upon art, builds upon art…nothing is purely original. We’re all inspired by something…or someone. It’s a never-ending chain of ideas…and it’s magical.

Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don’t really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are...

Drowning,Drowning on the land,Drowning,It doesn’t end.

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one’s being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent,...

If someone tells you, Life is too shortHe/she never waited for someone.

You have to work everyday at being the best you can be. It’s a project that is never-ending.

Today’s word was interminable, meaning never-ending. Like his loneliness. Like the love he felt for Kate. Like the awful hurt that wouldn’t go away.

Never fear to dream.Dreams are sacred visions of realities.

To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep–how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating.

Move it or lose it, lose it and you’ll learn from it, but never give up.

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.