“No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.”

We dream of roses and grow like weeds.

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

Somehow you’d had your mermaids never smell like fish.

Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?

Those who are capable of great love will always pay in great grief.

There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

A friend gathers all the pieces and gives them back in the right order.

Be friends first when you’re dating. If it turns into something more, that’s awesome, and if not you have another friend.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.

Trust is hard to come by. That’s why my circle is small and tight. I’m kind of funny about making new friends.

I defeat my enemies when I make them my friends.