He aprendido algo sobre mi corazón.
Puede romperse.
Puede rasgarse.
Puede endurecerse y congelarse.
Puede detenerse. Completamente.
Puede destrozarse en un millón de pedazos.
Puede explotar
Puede morir.
¿Lo único que hizo que comenzara a latir de nuevo?
El momento en que abriste los ojos.

The points are not the point; the point is poetry.

Someone asked them a question about their poetry, and whether it was hard having to relive their words each time they performed. Their reply was that although they had moved beyond that--from the person or event that inspired their words at that point in time--it doesn't mean someone listening to them wasn't in that. So? So what if heartache you wrote last year isn't what you're feeling today. It may be exactly what the person in the front row is feeling. What you're feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now--that's why you write poetry.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.”

He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.

Wäre ich ein Zimmermann, würde ich dir ein Fenster zu meiner Seele zimmern.
Wenn du hineinschauen würdest, sähest du dich selbst in der Scheibe gespiegelt.
Und dann wüsstest du, dass meine Seele ein
Spiegelbild von deiner ist.

Does he treat you with respect at all times? That's the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire to be a better person? You find someone you can answer yes to all three, then you've found a good man.