I'm done with temporary... I need permanence!

Remember This: People give advice, not to hurt you but, to keep you from getting hurt. They see things we can't or don't want to see.

If you aren't worth it to them, they shouldn't be worth it to you.

The idea that all souls are mortal is the only notion surely terminating love and all its forms.

I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...

No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds