“The charm in her laughter covered the depth of her tears.”

How much sadness can you contain inside your heart? How much more darling, till it gets enough?

You tell me its going to be okay, tell me, is it really what you believe? Or is it a mere illusion you continue to paint for me.

Do we break our own heart too? Tell me, don’t we all do? Everytime you lock it up, ignoring what it tells you, doesn’t it break a little too?

She used kindness as her weapon to win the battles agaisnst cruelty.

There are galaxies inside of me for each emotion I feel. One for each; happiness, anger, sadness and one is hollow, for that too, is sometimes how I feel.

Oh moonlight, continue to shine on me. As you light up the sky, maybe some peace will come to me.

You can never know if something is wrong with her because she always acts right.

Some heartahes, you just have to make peace with.

I would rather shoot my arrows than keep them in my bow, I would rather risk it all than risk nothing at all.

Her smile faded as the world erased it.

She drank up the moonlight to make her soul shine.

Admist the darkness, she tried to hold on to her yellow laughter.

You tell me I will end up where I’m meant to be. So I ask you, Do I have the rights to be disappointed in that destiny?

Is this a parting or are you hoping to meet again? Is this really goodbye, or are you still wanting to cross paths again?

She wore courage to cover her melancholy, Dear Heart, What is this tragedy?

Today, the sky seems a little more blue. Now I don’t feel as lonely without you.

The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.

But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

The tusk is a very tactile shape, looks great among the other charms and is a cool piece that I like.

She’s got no charisma of any kind [but] I can imagine her being mildly useful to a low-rank porn director.

Poverty often hides her charms under an ugly mask; yet thousands have been forced into greatness by their very struggle to keep the wolf from the door.

REALISM, n. The art of depicting nature as it is seem by toads. The charm suffusing a landscape painted by a mole, or a story written by a measuring-worm.

I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.