“I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.”

I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.

I love things that smell like fire and taste like fumes: you.

We both chased our dreams and our dreams chased us. Yet we forgot to chase each other.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.”

That life you’re living – is it really yours?

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

Yet freedom cannot be secured or sustained without a framework of order to keep the peace.

Who talks most about freedom and equality? Is it not those who hold the bill of rights in one hand and a whip for affrighted slaves in the other?

Our freedom to operate and maneuver had increased substantially through disciplined procedures. Discipline equals freedom.

The temptation is powerful to close our eyes and wait for the worst to pass, but history tells us that for freedom to survive, it must be defended and that if lies are to stop, they must be exposed.

I’m free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

Freedom has been defined as the opportunity for self-discipline.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.