“You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.”

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

I am more than this skin I am in, And once you see that, we all win.

You were the flame that ignited in the presence of my air, But that didn’t mean our fire wouldn’t starve in the cold of our reality.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

If i could spin around your axis just one last time, That sunrise and sunset would be enough of a forever to satisfy me.

In my head i built a ladder, to reach the moon and stars, with you.

I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that life pulls you towards people who blend, with different shades of you, as you evolve.

Know that in your darkness, there is light beaming beneath the door. Giving you hope for what’s on the other side.

And for the first time, I saw you as you- ordinary, powerless and ugly.

When the lights are out, and the electricity no longer pulses through our veins from the support of some technology, what will we be?

Five and forty steps the sky will burn. Fire approaching the large new city. Instantly a great thin flame will leap, when someone will want to test the Normans.

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

The age of hairsplitting Jewish intellectualism is dead. The past lies in flames.

He wasn’t like a moth attracted to her flame. He was like a vampire in love with her eternal darkness.

You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

For though the flame of liberty may sometimes cease to shine, the coal can never expire.

Spread your flames and I will eat your fire.

She burned flames and drowned oceans.