“Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.”

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.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

I really like older British guys – I don’t think any of them would ever have a problem with crying in front of a woman or saying “I love you” or “You hurt me” or emotional stuff like that.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

The last person I adored made me cry and then tenderly wiped the tears off my face. It was the only lesson that taught me; you can love someone and still do horrible, cruel things to them.

I don’t react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don’t care about anything. It’s just too hard for me to get emotional. I can’t cry no more.

There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.

Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.