“We are all poets, how we choose to express it- now that is how we are beautifully unique.”

Turning pain into poetry turns rainy days into rainbows and raw dirt into meadows.

I still choose my soft side every day no matter how much it hurts.

I love when people look at us like we’re crazy It’s almost as if they think being normal is more fun.

Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.

Light a matchstick And watch its shadow on the wall… Did you know a flame has no shadow? Light has no shadow.

Without you I am like a plant deprived of sunshine wishing it could grow.

Whatever is true of life let it not be true of love, love surely lives much longer in paintings and in poetry.

Hold her hand if you like but she’ll rather you hold her heart.

Every beautiful story ends let mine end with you.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

Beautiful things take time and its always worth the wait.

We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?

For what it is worth I loved you more for your flaws and less for your perfection.

Who would ever believe me If I say you were in my dream & that I came to change what I saw there… Because you looked so sad in it.

You smiled and this world became a beautiful place.

Every girl is beautiful if they have the ability to believe in themselves.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

The beauty of the living world I was trying to save has always been uppermost in my mind – that, and anger at the senseless, brutish things that were being done. . . . Now I can believe I have at least helped a little.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.