“Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.”

Her love was like lavender, Delicate and melancholy.

Poetry is a silent revolution.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Did you ever take a deep breath and appreciated the people, things and memories that stayed in your life

Mistakes are flowers of change.

An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.

A lifetime of suffering will never be worth a moment of love.

How will you ever be able to heal your broken parts, if you keep allowing the past to stay?

Hope is like that pale orange fight shimmering on the horizon in this early morning hours, And like the stars in the lonely night sky with no place to go when dusk falls.

The moment will come when the feelings in your heart get so heavy that even your body is exhausted.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again. Like a familiar place in the shadows where we used to meet.

Your heart can capture pain and love at the same time.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

Hope is a poison we drink too often.

Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.

The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

So I accept these awards on behalf of the cake bakers and all of those other women who can do some things quite as important, if not more important, than flying, as well as in the name of women flying today.

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

Have patience to walk with short steps until you have wings to fly.

The lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

As soon as we left the ground, I knew I had to fly.