“I like things with history, and a lot of soul.”

Not yet is not no. It is still possible that tomorrow will be more precious than yesterday.

And one life time hardly feels enough to love you.

Let us open to each other like flowers to the sun.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

What I most wanted with you was our shot.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

I am honestly not sure, if I am more than rainbow, or the storm.

Your eyes told me stories you have never shared with anyone.

I know what love is, because of you.

It is brave to believe in tomorrow.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

I want words I can stand on.

The end came in the middle of our story.

Don’t confuse temporary interest for permanent caring.

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

History shows that where ethics and economics come in conflict.

The systen is not broken. It was built this way.

History is just new people making old mistakes.

Victory without any struggle is just a victory. But a victory that overcomes a lot of trouble, becomes history.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

You’re going to relegate my history to a month.

What we learn from History is that no one learns from History.

No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody is going to teach you your true history, teach you your true heroes, if they know that that knowledge will help set you free.