“August died but summer lived on with your kiss.”

I fell in love with the way you wanted more.

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

Give me love like summer rain.

This wild heart beats restlessness.

I search for summer in every corner of september.

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.

We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.

I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.

Open your heart to life before summer is over.

We all need more solitude sundays.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

My only home are the daydreams I dream.

The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.

The connections we make in the course of a life, maybe that’s what heaven is.

Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

Time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

The campaign against the death penalty has been – while a powerful campaign, its participants have been those who attend all of the vigils, a relatively small number of people.