Like rain drops dripping on the floor like a thousand drumists beating those drums repeatedly, My blood runs through my veins ninety nine point nine metres per second when i think of you.

The sad truth is, we are all grown ups and most of us arematured.However, not all of us are old enough toaccept that loving someone doesn'tguarantee you that they will love you inreturn.

Fear is an abortion of good thoughts

I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.

I could die a million times if my death would be the reason our love would live forever.

I am not perfect, my roots are not watered with perfection.

No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water, Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.

There comes a time in your life where youhave to live without the wo/man of yourdreams and have to live with the one in your reality.That is called maturity

My child has to be an artist, because conceiving her will be the best artmy body has ever accommodated.

Fighting a losing battle is as good as tucking in stones in your pockets, jumping in a dam and hoping to float.

If Eve was inferior to Adam because she was created after him, then Adam was inferior to the fishes, because they preceded him.

That one person you are is you...its hurts but try love maybe it will get you through

How different would your world be if you looked in the mirror and saw your best friend looking back at you?

When people say 'marriage' to me... It's always a means to an end. Everyone's so in a rush to define the relationship.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

Everything we do is to be offered to the Lord; and if done so with a pure heart of love, it becomes holy.

A slug is always on its own. It's a lonely insect.

People who know my stage act know it's nothing but pushing boundaries.

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!

Climate deniers are clearly the fringe group and need to see a proctologist to find their heads.