“You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.”

She’ll nibble away to your soul, leaving vampire bites on your heart.

You’ll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

I would rather be free and lost than caged and found.

In love with September’s sun the season that begins all witchy things and stirs the soul.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

I was born to chase peace and love wild things. I was born a beautiful bohemian paradox.

The world needs more fierce warriors who are soft and kind.

He is the sun melting the snow in my heart.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back.

She was the night, in love with the stars, always chasing the moon.

Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.

Undress my soul one petal at a time.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck.

The biggest difference between Jesus Christ and ethical and moral teachers who have been deified by man. Is that these moralists came to make bad people good. Jesus came to make dead people live!

When the stakes are this high- when calling God by the right name can make the difference between eternal happiness and eternal suffering, it is impossible to respect the beliefs of others who don’t believe as you do.

The difference between the love of a man and the love of a woman is that a man will always give reasons for loving, but a woman gives no reasons for loving.

Never count your faults. Just see that your love for God is deeply sincere. For God doesn’t mind your imperfections: He minds your indifference.

There’s a difference between being yourself and being your stereotype.

In today’s society, looking good and feeling good often trumps doing good and being good. And some people don’t know the difference anymore.

We are of course a nation of differences. Those differences don’t make us weak. They’re the source of our strength.