“How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.”

But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.

Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!

We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.

Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.

The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.

Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.

There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.

Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.

When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.

Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?

The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.

I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.

Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.

It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.

There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

Do not offend devotees or even non-devotees. Because all those whom we know as devotees today were once not devotees.

Time is not on our side it never has been and I know this storm seems to never end but its coming our time is coming.

That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

And knowing money is a root of evil, in Christian charity, he’d take away whatever things may hinder your salvation.