“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”

“There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire. Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again.”

“Because God is full of life, I imagine each morning Almighty God says to the sun, "Do it again"; and every evening to the moon and the stars, "Do it again"; and every springtime to the daisies, "Do it again"; and every time a child is born into the world asking for curtain call, that the heart of the God might once more ring out in the heart of the babe.”

“Stay, you'll leave me in the morning anyway. My heart, you'll cut it out you never liked me anyway.”

“Every morning is my birthday and every night is my death-day.”

“In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full.
That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.”