“Starve a heart long enough and it will learn to feed on its own love.”

The moment you were born, your presence was validated. You don’t need a second opinion.

Sometimes it is the spider that feels trapped in the very web she weaves.

A woman sees love as intimacy, A Man, often, as infancy.

I like the crazy ones- the ones made of a little bit of human and a lot of star.

Beautiful woman are like bees, stuck in their own honey.

I pop men like pills to make me happy, but they all wear off in the end.

I want to spend the rest of my dreams with you.

I have loved all the wrong people at all the right times to finally get to you.

Absence was always your best side.

Her delicate breasts shake his enormous apparatus in elaborate worship.

I said I was kinky. I never said I found heartbreak arousing.

My heart tells stories my head can only dream about.

Let’s cut the chase. You’ve caught me.

Pain doesn’t know it’s small. Not until something bigger than itself tells it so.

If my mouth can move this quickly in an argument imagine what it could do on you.

I made up so many worlds in my head I forgot which One I lived in.

Why is it that farmworkers feed the nation but they can’t get food stamps?

Don’t feed yourself up with personal growth tips when you are not ready for it.

It is not the finest wood that feeds the fire of Divine love, but the wood of the Cross.

If someone hates your guts, feed it to them if someone loves your guts, they’re probably a zombie.

The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.

I love doing shows. I love rocking shows. I love playing instruments. I love singing. If I can find a way to do that and feed my family, then I’m a happy man.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

We feed it [Resistance] with power by our fear of it. Master that fear and we conquer Resistance.