“Stay wherever you find hope.”

Not all your thoughts are true.

Like the earth we need peace to heal ourselves.

A cold heart hurts you the most.

The right choice will never feel wrong.

Your path is perfect.

There is no love like your own.

Sometimes the only choice is you.

The solitude is taking me home.

This world is all we have.

She is a flame in angel skin.

It’s okay to bloom alone.

What goes will come back.

Truths change with time.

If only the goodbyes were food.

The world moves in circles.

Every fire needs air to breathe.

Still hope leads men to venture; and no one ever yet put himself in peril without the inward conviction that he would succeed in his design.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; O that the beautiful time of young love Could remain green forever.

By the year 2000 we will, I hope, raise our children to believe in human potential, not God.

Hope is a very unruly emotion.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death–what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

Hope is an expensive commodity. It makes better sense to be prepared.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?