pablo neruda :

• sonnet xvii.
• tonight i can write the saddest lines.

misc :

• heaven is a place on earth with you.
• may you bury me — may you live longer than me, and in doing so, sparing me the pain of having to bury you.
• tonight i can write the saddest lines. i loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
• i woke up in the morning and i didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
• the moon may not shine without his sun, but the sun without his moon dies slow and sad, ember by ember.
• tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, that she died every night, just to let him breathe.
• yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
• but how can you love a person who is not whole? because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. in all of your phases and fractions and ivory white pieces, i love you.
• the first time ever i saw your face, i thought the sun rose in your eyes, and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty skies.
• there is no moon, without the sun.
• i love you because you bring out the best in me, and holding on to that thought, just by being with you brings out a joy in life i have dreamed of living.

special :

• you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian. / harvey dent, the dark knight
• a hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy's shoulder to let him know that the world hasn't ended. / jim gordon, the dark knight rises
• the issue with loving a hero is that the hero will never love you more than his cause. / 117-9875