“She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.”

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

I will be the light you can cling to when your darkness lingers.

No matter how desperately I want to stop falling I am already in motion.

If we let love in the light will follow the shadow will creep back to their corners the consuming dark will vanish morning will find us we will make it to the dawn together.

You will always be worth saving.

If I am the night’s last lonely lantern you can count on me I won’t let the darkness creep in I won’t let the light abandon you.

Wishes are simply dreams we weren’t brave enough to chase after.

If death comes to claim us, my soul will wander until we meet again.

To rise after a fall, oh what an idea to haul. What you think would hold you, More often than not, turns your white soul into cold blue.

This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?

If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.

Superpower’ is something which we used during the cold war time.

Don’t put me in the condition where I have to show how cold my heart can get.

Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may have not devoted myself to a fantasy.

Britain is a very cold, uninhabitable country with small houses.