“The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.”

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

Fashion is the science of appearance, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.

Positiveness is a good quality for preachers and speakers because, whoever shares his thoughts with the public will convince them as he himself appears convinced.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

To be thought rich is as good as to be rich.

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.