“Love does not dominate; it cultivates.”

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

Instruction does much, but encouragement everything.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.

In the colorful reflection we have what is life.

Leap and the net will appear.

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

Everything transitory is but an image.

Remember to live.

We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.

One never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going.

There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.

By seeking and blundering we learn.

Time is capable of doing it all love, hurt, rise and fall.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

Love is a strange crooked a tremble for my soul He loved alot of things about me, yet didn’t love me as a whole. -Strange.

She has a heart of silk, everyone she loves slips away.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

The study of truth requires a considerable effort – which is why few are willing to undertake it out of love of knowledge – despite the fact that God has implanted a natural appetite for such knowledge in the minds of men.

The love hit so different when it’s genuine.