“Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.”

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The quiet sense of something lost.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Sometimes you need to initiate change to move towards the right way.

I usually make up my mind about a man in ten seconds, and I very rarely change it.

It is my duty to help change the world. Finding true love allows me to complete that goal.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

Change begins within each of us.

I want to go, look for my essence, know myself and change myself; because nobody is constant.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

Be your love and watch the world change.