“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.

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.

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

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.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

I learned there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some from behind.

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

I prefer you to make mistakes in kindness than work miracles in unkindness.

General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.