“I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.”

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.

When I told you to ruin me I wasn’t referring to my heart.

My soul is wild but my heart is loyal and true.

Some people help you see the world differently, those are my kind of people.

Don’t want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

She’s a galaxy of dazzling hues and her heart contains a universe of love. She is starlight.

Genuine soul connections are the real aphrodisiacs.

She was a restless soul, born with black wings and gypsy heart.

Oh come all ve misfits, you belong in my fun freak world.

From the ashes I rise, I am blooming into something radiant.

Spending time under the stars is never a waste of time.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it’s so full of light.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.

We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.

No argument, no matter how convincing, will give courage to a coward.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

To see what is right and not do it is the worst cowardice.