When all else is lost, the future still remains.

she says I smell like safety and home

¿Qué tienen los espejos españoles que no tengan los demás? Ignoro los secretos del azogue. Pero existen. Me veo más viejo; cosa que a nadie debe asombrar, pero no son sólo treinta años. Hace más: el tiempo multiplicado por la ausencia.

Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos; más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano, y eso era amor.

Maybe we just live between hurting and healing.

If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, best man in the world, and if I were free I would be on my knees this minute to beg for your hand and your love.

everything we know, we know because of love. everything we do, we do with love. we are our hearts.

In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has ever been able to find me.'

Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything.

the universe may be bigger than mankind, and still somehow it fits right within your hands.

i vow to love you in primal ways. i vow to love you in infinite forms. in our separateness and composites. to dust and stars and the ever after.

you just have to accept that you gave it your all. but the things didn't work out the way you wanted them to and that's not your fault.

I'll rewrite my whole life and this time there'll be so much love you won't be able to see beyond it.

this life will not be mine forever, but for now, it is: the dampness in the air; the way i look at you and i dont care. i want this feeling to last forever and i want to look at myself and believe that i've become better.

don't we always find our ways back to the ones we love?

it's okay that you're not who you thought you would be

Since the heavens and earth are our witnesses, why not let the sun and moon be our wedding attire?

He thinks that maybe that's the key–you find enough people to love you more than you hate yourself, and that's how you survive.

May you find your worth in the waking world.

i keep telling myself 'never again' but i still find myself in the same situations feeling even worse that i did the time before.

The world can't punish you forever.

But there is a meaning for you to be alive. There is always a meaning to be alive.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

hunters have told me about the church. about the gods, and their love. but... do the gods love their creations?

They will never know how much I tried.

For a star to be born there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.

i wanna live inside your head next to your favorite songs

¿alguna vez te has parado a escuchar el silencio que sigue a las mentiras?

¿quién te mintió tanto que te convenció de que a veces hay exceso de sentires? para mí, sentir es siempre escaso, siempre en falta, siempre se puede sentir un poco más.

my mother calls in the winter and asks when was the last time i went dancing. when she says «are you eating?» she means i love you. i tell her - i don’t know, i’m not really hungry. i mean «i love you, but the swimming pool feels empty.»

Her entire life has been 'after'. But there was a before, wasn't there? Is she living in another before right now or will she forever be stuck in an infinite after?

Creo que sabes amar mucho mejor que nosotros, por eso te resulta tan doloroso.

Qué grande es este mundo y qué poco espacio ocupo yo en él...

please make me empty, if i'm empty then i can receive, if i can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me i'm not alone! i cannot beat this loneliness. above all it is loneliness.

For your tomorrow, I pray. I pray for a bright future.

¿medía él también las cucharadas que se llevaba a la boca? ¿sentía, muerto de pánico, la comida deslizándose más allá de su garganta? ¿veía su cuerpo ensancharse y ensancharse y ensancharse? ¿le llenaría más la saciedad o la culpa?

¿Cuántas vueltas en el paladar le da Dios al perdón antes de concederlo?

Someone asked me to describe home and I almost said your name but I stayed quiet instead. People expect you to say a place but I felt more at home in your two arms than I ever did in my own house.

Qué grande es este mundo y qué poco espacio ocupo yo en él...

this is the thing about loneliness - it isn’t the wild moments or the quiet mornings or the cold tea in another room. it’s the sudden, yearning knowledge - living feels better beside you.

¿Y si no florezco cuando llegue la primavera?

You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?

I know that it is not longer winter. It is warm and it is spring. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the warmth of the spring sun entering my room.

I beg you to read this letter. When you do, visit me in my dreams and explain why it is you had to go.

it's okay to feel happy in your body.

I hope that your winter eventually ends.

the smell of rotten flesh, the smell of plagued ghosts / who was I before this war?

También me habló de lo de las Brigadas Internacionales. ¿Comprendes, no? Fueron a pelear a España no solo por los españoles, sino por la libertad de todos.

I know you listen to songs about being too much and hard to love and think they’re about you, but loving you is so easy.