“She was in love with the moon, the stars in the sky. She was taken by the earth, wanderer child.”

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

How incredible it is that everything led me to you.

My words, the ink, on this page they’re all for you.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

You are allowed to feel the way you feel.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

If loving you made sense the universe wouldn’t have let us go our separate ways.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Our only chance of long-term survival is not to remain lurking on planet Earth, but to spread out into space.

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.

It strikes me that all our knowledge about the structure of our Earth is very much like what an old hen would know of the hundred-acre field in a corner of which she is scratching.

Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.

Earth, turning upon itself, moves round the Sun.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.