As Long As Possible, I Would Really

Precipitate As Weather, She Appeared From Somewhere, Then Evaporated, Leaving Only Memory.

I Couldn't Tell Wether The Hole That Opened Up Inside Me Was From Missing You Or From The Change Of Season

Life Is Not Like Water. Things In Life Don't Necessarily Flow Over The Shortest Possible Route.

Sometimes We Don't Need Words. Rather, It's Words That Need Us. If We Were No Longer Here, Words Would Lose Their Whole Function. They Would End Up As Words That Are Never Spoken, And Words That Aren't Spoken Are No Longer Words. - (where I'm Likely To Find It)

The Things She Most Wanted To Tell Him Would Lose Their Meaning The Moment She Put Them Into Words.