Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
Love is just a contact of no refusal.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
You haunt my days and dreams.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.
Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.
Thinking makes man to be god & GOD to dwell in Man.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.
Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the...