“I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.”

I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.

When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.

Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.

Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.

I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.

Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.

Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.

The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.

You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.

We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.

Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

Everyone knows their true calling – it’s burning inside them.

Cooking is an act of love, a gift, a way of sharing with others the little secrets — ‘piccoli segreti’ — that are simmering on the burners.

If I am burning ablaze, passion ignited his love is the sun.

Where there is desire there is going to be a flame where there is a flame someones bound to burned just because it burns doesn’t mean your going to die you gotta get up and try, try, try

We create the light with our burning passion from deep inside.

You don’t need to be burned out to go on hiatus.

You’ve got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.

Set my soul on fire by lighting up the flames of lust that makes the inside of me burn for love.