“You were born a magnificent miracle, so stop accepting ordinary.”

Saturate me with you, and never let me dry.

How jealous I am of the sun, who gets to kiss you each morning before I do.

All too often it’s the very bravest of hearts, that break so easily.

There is beauty within that I’m learning to see.

The colors of my soul do not need anyone’s approval, above my own.

You may never appreciate how beautiful it is to love and be loved, until your hearts been broken.

You will forever be the beginning of every poem I always wanted to write, but never knew how.

Hope always comes home, despite the weight it carries no matter how lost.

But you were not born to be a shadow my love, you were born to shine.

Love her hard, she will not break she’s been through so much and deserves nothing less.

And she loved the shooting stars, that promised nothing but a fleeting smile.

How beautifully I burn for you, That you will never feel the cold again.

What a beautiful disaster we create, what a magnificent madness we crave.

I fear nothing with you beside me, you are the light in my fire.

How I love to watch the way you wear the sunrise, while you wake from your dreams.

I may soak up your sadness and sorrows but how I live for your joys.

I am like any typical teenager.

In the old days villains had moustaches and kicked the dog. Audiences are smarter today. They don’t want their villain to be thrown at them with green limelight on his face. They want an ordinary human being with failings.

Small minds are concerned with the extraordinary, great minds with the ordinary.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.”

The great lesson is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s backyard.

In ordinary life we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.

We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the ordinary, small (and yet really not small) gifts.

I was an ordinary person who studied hard. There are no miracle people. It happens they get interested in this thing and they learn all this stuff, but they’re just people.