“Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.”

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.

Your eyes looking into mine are like fuel to fire.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

The stars shone brightly that night. But the brightest ones seemed to have found their way into your eyes.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.