Beneath her curls, I forget the world, With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold. Love is as much in her heart as in mine, But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

Oh you cut your hair! What happened? Are you going through a breakup or something?""My favorite character died.

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?

Economic opportunities will win the women's vote.

The greater your cares, the more genuine your prayers

Walk at the edge of the precipices! It is the best way to learn walking carefully!

When someone comes to you with big dreams, don't be too quick to belittle their ambition and dreams. Inspire and help them in any way you can. Even the beautiful butterfly was once a caterpillar.

Australians, we've got a very healthy sense of humor in us. God forbid we take ourselves too seriously so it's kind of a cultural trait.

Each person's destiny is not a matter of chance; it's a matter of choice. It's determined by what we say, what we do, and whom we trust.

He that pursues fame with just claims, trusts his happiness to the winds; but he that endeavors after it by false merit, has to fear, not only the violence of the storm, but the leaks of his vessel.