“I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.”

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

All’s love, yet all’s law.

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

Just because someone loves you in the past doesn’t mean you need to keep it forever.

I do not fear death. But I do, a deathbed regret. Life is a blink of an eye. One day forever closed, lest you forget.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

Every book that you read has taught you a lesson, a lesson you will cherish forever.

If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Forever a young Nigga never changing on da gang.

If i could spin around your axis just one last time, That sunrise and sunset would be enough of a forever to satisfy me.