“Don’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.”

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.

I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

I’ve been trying to put the pieces of my puzzle back together but my hands are far too shaky to put my life in order.

You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.

I’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.

I threw up all my feelings for you – I couldn’t keep them down any longer; You taste like lies And it makes me sick.

You have the heart of a supernova the fire burns with such impenetrable heat, and don’t you ever let anyone try to extinguish the inferno you carry inside.

The most important thing Is to get those words out you can fuss about Then re-write later.

There’s no room for doubts when you have dreams as big as yours.

I remain busy constantly on the move, For I just don’t like how I feel when I’m standing still.

Sometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.

I find the motion of this world to be overwhelming, for it just keeps on spinning even when I just can’t seem to catch my breath.

Once the love bug wears off, as it inevitably does, you are shocked to discover that you really didn’t know the object of your affections at all. We know this to be so, even as we repeat the same mistake over and over and over.

There is no difference between the worry of a human mother and an animal mother for their offspring. A mother’s love does not derive from the intellect but from the emotions, in animals just as in humans.

In 1968, I became a vegetarian after realizing that animals feel afraid, cold, hungry, and unhappy like we do.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

Where do the ducks go in the winter?

I became a vegetarian after realizing that animals feel afraid, cold, hungry and unhappy like we do. I feel very deeply about vegetarianism and the animal kingdom.

I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals.