When will my reflection show who I am inside?
The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.
I have learned how to make time pass, but I never stop thinking of you.
I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.
I've thought about nothing else but you.
Saw two fallen branches in the shape of a heart. Thought of you.
And Grandad Abdulla will say, ‘A balloon! A balloon for me! My grandson Sam must have sent it to show that, although he’s so far away, he’s thinking of me.’
The truth is, Ari, I miss El Paso. When we first moved there, I hated it. But now I think about El Paso all the time. And I think of you.
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea — We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.