“I am a woman who came from witches those they tried to burn came rising higher than ever imagined and I am a woman who has this power behind me with every step.”

a life with you Could have been So much more than any life I’d ever lived before

The thunder does not apologize in fear of anyone, look at what that braveness does it trembles the whole sky.

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

I marvel at the idea of how you would carry me through the world.

I would be nothing if not for the woman in my life for their quiet yet deafening resilient influence.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

Art has a special way of connecting dots from lost to found.

I don’t want to live my life in the back seat, I want my hair in the wind full blazing towards the horizon.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

maybe all we need is some good music, good company, and bad dancing to remind us what it is to be alive

When I told you how much love, I should have recognized the red flag when you turned to me and asked do you think so much to a fault? Because there is no such thing, You just love then love some more.

Hear the universe sing with every shooting star, blooming petal, and pines in the wind- Love will find you.

and in the chaos of life, there is you

It pains me to know that too much fire has been burned between us because you were my spark.

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Eyes water, throat burns. Sins splattered like modern art; My ritual purge.

Being the companion of the folk of this world is fire. There must be an Abraham if the fire is not going to burn [you].

Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus.

You can’t gaslight a fire burning from rage.

I think my all time favourite song would be between ‘Slow Dancing in a Burning Room’ and ‘Dreaming with a Broken Heart’ by John Mayer.

While women were tortured, drowned and burned by the thousands, scarce one wizard to a hundred was ever condemned … The same distinction of sex appears in our own day. One code of morals for men, another for women.

There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.