“Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.”

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

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.

I am interested in what I earn, I am interested in my growth.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

The pain grows within you only to end within you.

It’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.