I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one. [1]
Happiness is strange; it comes when you are not seeking it.
When you are not making an effort to be happy, then unexpectedly, mysteriously, happiness is there, born of purity, of a loveliness of being.[2]
All the stories we haven't written; planes are circling in the distance; wondering what's in tomorrow's paper; I'll be certain if you could write the pages of our stars. [3]
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.[4]
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.[5]
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. [6]
You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those but I do and this is what I have to say to you:
Today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together. [7]
Daluyan Community Resource Center, Naic, Cavite PH | Red Label Studio
Quotations: [1] Roland Barthes [2] Jiddu Krishnamurti [3] Outerhope [4] Rumi
[5] Andrea Gibson [6] E. E. Cummings [7] Brian Andreas
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