“She’s the one that is always there, the one that carried you inside and gave you life.”

All I want is you and me wrapped in embrace for all eternity.

She is the storm and the rainbow that comes after.

Love is the only thing that can break us down as much as it can lift us up.

I am not the same person as I started, but then again that was always the point of it.

The fire in your bones, will fuel the light in your heart that will make flowers bloom from your soul.

Is it just me or do the stars shine brighter when we are beneath them.

It kills me to know, that I healed your broken heart just so you could walk away and beat someone else’s name.

You are a beautiful rose, and strong like a mountain. So don’t let anyone rob you of your petals, and take away your colors that you hold so dear, next to your beating heart.

Save your energy, protect your light, fuel your fire.

Take it easy on yourself, your soul has been through enough.

All I need is your touch to feel alive and to get drunk off your presence.

Your love was more of a funeral of hearts than a union of souls.

Darling, you don’t fear love, you fear of loving wrong.

If you see me happy, laughing, or in love then please, don’t disturb me.

She’s a queen that grew in storms. Her heart may be drenched in rain, but her soul holds power of thunder, so you better pray you never see her lightening.

There was this wild beauty inside her that tamed my demons and made them dream of halos.

To bear lightly the neck’s yoke brings strength; but kicking against the goads is the way of failure.

I’m obsessed with the form of a toolbox.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.

Don’t use it for sexual high jinks. It can get ugly – trust me. Also be careful when flushing.

For the Order wishes to be secret and to work in silence

I’m afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.