How do you redefine love when your idea of love is something that's so violent? When your idea of passion is anger, how do you fix that?

he placed his handson my mindbefore reachingfor my waistmy hipsor my lipshe didn't call mebeautiful firsthe called meexquisite - how he touches me

stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you

I will not have youbuild me into your lifewhen what i want is tobuild a life with you-the difference

despite knowingthey won’t be here for longthey still choose to livetheir brightest lives- sunflowers

a lot of timeswe are angry at other peoplefor not doing whatwe should have done for ourselves- responsibility

I will not have youbuild me into your lifewhen what i want is tobuild a life with you

isn't it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn't

i am not a hotel room. i am homei am not the whiskey you wanti am the water you needdon't come here with expectationsand try to make a vacation out of me

i am watersoft enoughto offer lifetough enoughto drown it away

for you to see beauty heredoes not meanthere is beauty in meit means there is beauty rootedso deep within youyou can’t help butsee it everywhere

He didn’t ask himself if she was beautiful, because the physical effect of her presence made the question insignificant.

I will never use a substitute for butter. Margarine is one molecule away from eating plastic. If I'm going to eat that type of food, it's going to be the real deal.

The more commercial work that is happening, the more people are operating cameras and are setting up studio lights, the greater the opportunity for drama production to happen.

A little threat of evil is always the far better way to fill the seats. But sometimes the monsters aren't who we think they are.

Your relationship to food, no matter how conflicted, is the doorway to freedom.

I'm liberal, but I watch the three majors. Obviously I watch MSNBC, also CNN and Fox, which is what I would call ridiculously to the right.

Mighty of heart, mighty of mind, magnanimous-to be this is indeed to be great in life.

After years of living with the coldest realities I still believe that one reaps what one sows and that to sow kindness is the best of all investments.

If you didn't have anxiety, then you wouldn't have passion for anything. The reason we have anxiety is because you care and you're thoughtful.

But the day is spent; And stars are kindling in the firmament, To us how silent--though like ours, perchance, Busy and full of life and circumstance.