He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

On this Valentine’s Day I like to whisper in your ear the silent songs of my heart.

Love and self are one and the discovery of either is the realization of both

Friendship is Love with jewels on, but without either flowers or veil.

There is something in the character of every man which cannot be broken in--the skeleton of his character; and to try to alter this is like training a sheep for draught purposes.

Hunger is an altogether fit companion for the idle man.

I think, actually, everyone starts out with some strange in them. It's just whether or not you decide to keep it.

You're not gonna tell me who I am. I'm gonna tell you who I am.

I honestly believe there is absolutely nothing like going to bed with a good #book; or a friend who's #read one.

In reality, time and space exist in you. You do not exist in them.

We tend to see God as a means through which we get things to make us happy. For most of us, He has not become our happiness.