“Its better to walk into the fire than never feel the heat of the flames.”

It’s comforting to know that I can still make a home in the places we used to occupy.

Everything I want is in your hands. And yet you have nothing to give.

The battle between emotion and logic is most brutal.

Come sleep in my heart. Make a home of it there.

Before I met you, I had a lion within me.

Emotions are such complex concepts to understand.

The light found me in the palm of your hand.

I’m dancing on the edge of throwing it all away.

Your smile is a delicacy.

No one told me how hard it was going to be to find myself.

The tip of my tongue is a tireless sword that I defend your name with.

I adore all of these stolen moments with you.

You started forest fires beneath my skin.

The love I have for you burns faster than a forest fire.

Does fully moving on actually exist? So far, I haven’t found it.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me.

Your trials did not come to punish you, but to awaken you – to make you realise that you are a part of Spirit and that just behind the sparks of your life is the Flame of Infinity.

Whatever happens, the flame of the French resistance must not be extinguished and will not be extinguished. Tomorrow, as today, I will speak on Radio London.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.

Its about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.

I miss Nixon. Compared to these Nazis we have in the White House now, Richard Nixon was a flaming liberal.