• From: A Poem I Wrote For You.

“Sometimes I lost myself in beautiful words, other times—and mostly, in your eyes.” —Lost.

“I loved you in each and every good night even if you were or were not in my sight. And I still love you in each and every good morning when you left abruptly without any warning.” —Without Warning.

“But darling, to read me is to write my future with love.” —To Read Me.

“Some eyes are too quiet to hear, some hearts are too black to see, some words are too cold to whisper. But you can always read between my darkness.” —Between My Darkness.

“Your eyes are the reason why poets write beautiful poems in the middle of the night while they are starving to death and thinking of committing suicide.” —Suicidal Passion.

“Hearts are broken, people don't come back, pain stays forever. In every fragile moment there is always a choice, of staying angry or staying forgiven.” —Fragile moments.

“Every morning should be like this: your eyes waking me up and telling me that it's gonna be a wonderful day.” —Every Morning.

• From: No Longer Human.

“As long as I can make them laugh, it does not matter how, I will be alright.If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won't mind it too much if I remain outside their lives.The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.”

“Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.”

“The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.”

“Doesn't it hurt?” / “Of course it hurts. But I have got to do it, no matter how painful it is.”

“God, I ask you. Is trustfulness a sin?”

“People have told me, really more times that I can remember, ever since I was a small boy, how lucky I was, but I have always felt as if I were suffering in hell.”