“Time is not on our side it never has been and I know this storm seems to never end but its coming our time is coming.”

I hope you feel me under the sun and wonder why you let yourself be so cold for so long.

I promise to always be a light when the darkness comes.

I no longer know how to love you and so, I must let you go.

In your silence, I found my answer.

Oh my love where have you been I’ve been search for you in the stars again.

I breathe you in and I breathe out poetry.

My eyes find yours in the crowd. Your eyes see the crowd. That is the difference.

It doesn’t matter where on earth I plant my feet as long as you are standing next to me.

You are healing yourself with poetry what could be more beautiful than that?

You will always be pulled to the person you belong.

You weren’t my first love, but I want you to be my last.

I will never regret loving you just to lose you every moment was worth it even if it was only for a moment.

We loved quietly but it felt oh so very loud.

In this solitude I am finding it was me I needed all along.

I am envious of the moon that pulls the tide with ease if I could do the same I would sail you back to me.

It is in your arms I find my solace.

The life story of the five main characters and the secondary characters around them allows Jonathan Franzen to present the full impetus and extent of the world picture of the West at the end of the 20th century.

And my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we’re us.

At the end of the day, it’s a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It’s a psersonal test every time I step into the batter’s box: Can I do better than the last time? And that’s why I love it.

To claim power over what you do not understand is not wise, nor is the end of it likely to be good.

The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. ~ Every class is unfit to govern … Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.

When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.

The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,

There is no beginning to practice nor end to enlightenment; There is no beginning to enlightenment nor end to practice.