“Be my ocean and carry me adrift, I long to be swept away.”

Often the ugliest of scars are worn by the most beautiful people.

Poetry will always be my way to watch joy dance and make heartache sing.

And I will love you always, as if I ever had a choice.

I miss most of all, the very pieces of you that I never met.

Dust off your heart and let it love once more.

And I will love you completely, or I will love you not at all.

Try as you might you will not tame this heart of mine, which will always love you wildly.

Though she be little she had the heart to dream big, by the pocketful.

Don’t try to fix me, just wrap your arms around my broken and love my pieces.

My love you can be both the flower, beautiful and delicate and the warrior, brave and strong.

And I love it most, when you come to me wearing nothing but that smile.

Don’t gift me your wings, if you have no intention of letting me fly.

We’ll be beautiful in sunshine and through rainstorms, standing together.

I do not fear letting you see my flaws, for I believe you will still love me exactly as I am.

And it is because you loved me, that I learned to love myself.

She is the living embodiment of all the beauty and grace that she looks for.

The whole thing of being in music is not to control it but to be swept away by it.

The issue which has swept down the centuries and which will have to be fought sooner or later is the people versus the banks.

Very often we support change, and then are swept away by the change. I think that…you just make your own response to your own generation. A response adequate to your time.

It is a magic carpet under which everything has been swept.

On June 10, the worst storm in the series swept across the middle of the Indian Ocean and Wild Eyes was directly in its path.

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.