All his ambitions were dust in his grave. It all came down to dust in the end.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
Living life without a goal is like sailing the sea without a compass.
She made broken look beautifuland strong look invincible.She walked with the Universeon her shoulders and made itlook like a pair of wings.
After you hear and listen. First must come desire. Second must come willingness.Third should come understanding.Fourth should come progression and with progression will come more understanding.
Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.