“Let love be the reason you do the things that you do.”

I have no purpose. I’m just light and art and love.

I guess it’s true, goodbyes aren’t just endings but beginnings too.

How is it in my sleep I still miss you.

Sometimes the light gets in and I’m more than this skin.

It will only get heavier the longer you carry it.

You cannot become unbreakable if you have never been broken.

Soft hearts bleed kindness, like broken hearts bleed love.

With you in my arms I forget the pain in my heart.

I will wait for you like a star until I burn out too.

With change comes the chance to fall in love with yourself again.

You are summer to my winter heart.

But water doesn’t mix with fire and I am both.

It’s heavy isn’t it but you are stronger for it.

Let go of the weight of the world, It’s not yours to hold.

I fall in love with eyes because they cannot hide, even the most cunning of lies.

I breathe you in and I can’t help but exhale love.

Don’t do it tomorrow. Do it now. There might not be tomorrow.

Awareness without action is worthless.

Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed – else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die.

Love, in the sense of spontaneous, unreflective action, spells the death of the old man.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

Action springs not from thought, but from a readiness for responsibility.

Pull the string and it will follow wherever you wish. Push it, and it will go nowhere at all.