The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

A word only writes its night and rides its dream.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

Art is apotheosis; Often, the complaint of beauty.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Words rich in meaning Can be cheap in sound effects.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

He tries to find the exit From himself But there is no door.

My feelings are too loud for words And too shy for the world.

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

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