“If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.”

Love will conquer at the last.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

We heal by following the example of the healed.

People these days would love to lose you then fix the situation.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

The answers you are seeking are within you, its society that’s taught you to look outside yourself.