In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love

Life is a ritual of loveLife is a ritual of union, and Life is a dance of the divine

By taking the time to focus on our mental and emotional well-being, we can minimize our triggers and reduce the likelihood of a recurrence.

The wisdom of all ages and cultures emphasizes the tremendous power our thoughts have over our character and circumstances.

My looks aren't something that come dazzlingly through in everything I do. I can be made to look one way or the other fairly easily... I am still not recognised on the street that much.

every relationship you are in will fail, until one doesn't

My life is passed in making bad jokes and seeing them turn into true prophecies.

I don't give a damn how you feel about me, I sip lean pure codeine and I don't give a damn what you say about me.

What we do is a calling...we make people happy.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep-cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen emey, tearing at our hearts and stealing more than our strength- Drizzt Do'Urden