I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.

The only difference between you and a dream is I haven’t woken up with you

In the distance,far over there, only the eyes can travel when the body is weary.

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...

It's not that I wait for you.It's that my arms are doors I cannot close.

In a dry and thirsty land, my soul thirsts for the living God, the living water.

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...

We have it in our head that if we fill our stomachs, we’ll fill our hearts.

If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.

I long to embrace, to include in my own short life, all that is accessible to man.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.