I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

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.

I come from a family of working professionals: my dad is a chartered accountant, and my mom is a professor.

I wanted to live the inner life of every man I saw, look at the world through his eyes.

The modern rule is that every woman should be her own chaperon.

The conversation around policing is painful but I believe it provides us with an opportunity to learn, to change and to grow.

There was an Old Man of Messina, Whose daughter was named Opsibeena; She wore a small wig, and rode out on a pig, To the perfect delight of Messina.

Decide whether you want to be liked or admired.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

Every man is valued in this world as he shows by his conduct that he wishes to be valued.

The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.