“Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?”

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

To stay youthful, stay useful.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

You are always new to me.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.

These pirates in your life, plundering the hands of time. Dimming your light that could shine you so brightly. The great imposing sails leading you towards the lighthouse. Preventing you from an almighty shipwreck.

She is the light, making my life brighter.

The saddest days will bring out the brightest.

Even if I have no other makeup on, I always want a nude lip, and if I’m going to do a bright, I want it to be matte.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

See between the darks of night, stars always emit their brightest shine.