Love is the color of peace.

Heaven and stars at the feet of the lovers.

Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.

Drink the nectar of love from the flowers of life.

Love brings the turnaround.

I'll give you the sun, when rain cleans your tears.

Every day I give you my heart. At the end of the year, there are hundreds of hearts, which I will give to you. Heart to heart only for you, and even more hearts - in a heartless time.

True love is like a long quiet river.

I love youMy life stretched over a bridgeI need youMy life stretched over you

My heart ist meltingI love youDrops of Gold

Holding the moon in your hands, velvety, your heart beats on my lips.

Vayoo ansha.”I shook my head and whispered, “Never. For good and always, you have lost me. Na me lapay kahLahn. Not anymore.”**

I think being a parent is knowing how to love. Sometimes love is discipline, sometimes it's humor, sometimes it's listening.

If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade.

Jesus must have been married to have been called a rabbi.

Memory is the keyword which combines past with present, past and future.

I grew up in a very bohemian environment in southern Sweden, so I was always, always, always in black jeans.

Here we have a saying: a good friend is someone who visits you when you are in prison. But a really good friend is someone who comes to hear your lectures.

The developing world voice can be amplified enormously by support from the wealthy and the privileged, otherwise it's very likely to be marginalized.

The big thing about writing is three commands: Have fun. Don't think. Don't care.

There is no joy in the world like the joy of bringing one soul to Christ.