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

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.

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.

I am not the same person as I started, but then again that was always the point of it.

The fire in your bones, will fuel the light in your heart that will make flowers bloom from your soul.

Is it just me or do the stars shine brighter when we are beneath them.

The Last Argument of Kings.

Wars–and what is war except crime on a mass scale?–destroy rather than produce.

You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?

A boy and a girl started dating after he backed his car into hers.

Lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.

I thrive on that; I rise to the occasion of the circumstances.

Cooking is the showy side of domesticity.

Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.