Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Hoy es hoy, y ayer se fue. No hay duda.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it’s own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday.
Zabranjeno je zaboraviti da bez tebe ovaj svijet ne bi bio isti.
I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.