“I’m dancing on the edge of the knife, as I cut out pieces of my heart to feed your beasts.”

To really know how you feel about someone write their name down.

You mangle my sex and call it love. And I wonder, how many others have confused tar for honey.

Children are pure chaos and love.

You are the guardian of your own happiness. So guard it.

As soon as you realize you don’t need them you will be free.

And the day fell into night but you’re still my brightest light.

I rub my hands to start a fire placing it inside your heart.

And you get everything you wanted from me whilst I only get parts of you.

Maybe the universe is talking and you should listen.

The one thing that sits true among everything else – Love.

Animals don’t care what you look like. They care how you love.

The gift is right next to the wound.

I was running adrift then you came an anchor to my soul to my ship.

Time is just one moment of timelessness.

A starless sky in your eyes, I’ve already died a thousand stars over again.

I can’t get enough of you baby, give me one more breath.

As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,

Women were formed to temper Mankind, and sooth them into Tenderness and Compassion; not to set an Edge upon their Minds, and blowup in them those Passions which are too apt to rise of their own Accord.

Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don’t realize it.

You know, many people have said that I’m on the edge and I’m maverick for some of the big operations that I’ve done. I’m not at all. I pray; I ask God to give me wisdom, ‘Should I do it?’, guidance in terms of how to do it, who to consult with. All those kind of things are incredibly important.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.

Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

Money pads the edges of things.

Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.