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

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.

It kills me to know, that I healed your broken heart just so you could walk away and beat someone else’s name.

She’s the one that is always there, the one that carried you inside and gave you life.

You are a beautiful rose, and strong like a mountain. So don’t let anyone rob you of your petals, and take away your colors that you hold so dear, next to your beating heart.

Save your energy, protect your light, fuel your fire.

Take it easy on yourself, your soul has been through enough.

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

Your love was more of a funeral of hearts than a union of souls.

Darling, you don’t fear love, you fear of loving wrong.

If you see me happy, laughing, or in love then please, don’t disturb me.

She’s a queen that grew in storms. Her heart may be drenched in rain, but her soul holds power of thunder, so you better pray you never see her lightening.

There was this wild beauty inside her that tamed my demons and made them dream of halos.

Some nights the painful past unexpectedly pushes up through the floorboards like an ugly nightmarish weed, and by doing so

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

The Iranians should just stay away from us.

It is God that accomplishes all term to hopes, God, who overtakes the flying eagle, outpasses the dolphin in the sea; who bends under his strength the man with thoughts too high.

What is thinking? It is the activity of searching out what must be true, or cannot be true, in the light of the given facts or assumptions.

Genius is present in every age, but the men carrying it within them remain benumbed unless extraordinary events occur to heat up and melt the mass so that it flows forth.

Sleep is a healing balm for every ill.