“A snowy night with fine wine and an old dusty book, a perfect place to be once in a while.”

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

I do things differently, because I don’t go by a rule book, because I lead from the heart, not the head, and albeit that’s got me into trouble in my work, I understand that.

Why will people go astray when they have this blessed Book to guide them?

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

If you are open-minded and ready to learn, there are many things which you can learn not only from books and instructors but from the very life experience itself.

I go into the Upanishads to ask questions.

The book of nature which we have to read is written by the finger of God.

Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcendence.

Programming is a skill best acquired by practice and example rather than from books.