“She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.”

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

Please – stop living in boxes where you can’t breathe.

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.”

There is no civilization that did not begin with art, Whether it was drawing a line in the sand, painting a cave or dancing.

Learn to dance, so when you get to heaven the angels know what to do with you.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.

The idea of dancing is the only thing that scares me.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.