“All I need is your touch to feel alive and to get drunk off your presence.”

Change shouldn’t scare you, but the thought of staying the same should.

Give yourself a moment, to breathe, to love, to heal and to live.

In this mad world of ours we need a little wild love.

I carry you do deep inside my heart that with every heartbeat I hear an echo of your name.

Let them go, but keep yourself whole.

I want you to bury your sorrows in the depths of my embrace.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

You can pick my flower but my roots will remain and I will keep blooming – there is no stopping me now.

She’s the kind of girl that makes you fall in love with life just by watching her live hers.

You’re not meant to be broken but you are meant to be rebuilt.

First you must build a home in yourself before you start inviting people in.

Start small but think big. You can come far on your journey by making little steps.

Don’t worry my dear, the sun will rise again and so will your heart from these dark places.

All I want is you and me wrapped in embrace for all eternity.

She is the storm and the rainbow that comes after.

Love is the only thing that can break us down as much as it can lift us up.

God is so immense that if he were ‘too visible,’ people would give forced compliance without expressing their heart. So God made it possible, in enormous love, for us to live as if he were not there.

Physical immortalists today, those who think science will find a way to keep us young forever, would call Hanaya Yanagihara scenario the Tithonus error.

There is something else I am after, out here in the wild. I am searching for an even more elusive prey, something that can only be found through the help of wilderness. I am looking for my heart.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

There are more old drunkards than old physicians.

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

AND, wildlife in captivity are also attacking their enslavers AND the public…

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.