I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

We solely choose how we interpret something said, a behavior or action of another. No one can make us feel anything we don’t choose for ourselves.

Simplicity boils down to two steps: Identify the essential. Eliminate the rest.

Pollution should never be the price of prosperity.

The amount of work and the amount of both physical and emotional investment it takes to get to the top.

A vow must lead one upwards, never downwards towards perdition.

Belgium is a country with a split personality.

Money is good for nothing unless you know the value of it by experience.

Pleasure and pain, though directly opposite are contrived to be constant companions.

She'd lost two more pounds. A picture of the models she'd cut out of the magazine flashed through Kessa's mind. And the winner is... seventy-three!

Let us learn to dream again. To learn to dream again is to have big plans. To learn to dream again is to readjust, to look to God.