My love, you are all the flowers in the worldand I promise that my heart will always be your garden.

My favourite sound in the world —hearing your heart beatbeat for my heart.

Like Cupid, your promiseswere just misses.

There is nothing betterthan us, making memories of us.

The truth is, I was always a dreamer, but then I met you, and I knew I will never dream a better dream again.

You are given weaknessesso you can learn to become stronger.

But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.

Hold on, and dont put us on hold

The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.

You are my first and last light, of my day and my night.

Flowers wither knowing that you exist.

Nothing is permanent, I tell myself over and over. Especially not a horse.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

All identification is for control and ownership.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.

Choosing love or war: both are brave choices, in their own ways.

You have to create circumstances where your first-tier leader knows what you are trying to accomplish, because he is the one who's going to get it done.

I always work out of uncertainty but when a painting's finished it becomes a fixed idea, apparently a final statement. In time though, uncertainty returns.. your thought process goes on.

Be the instrument playing the sound of your life's passing

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

God himself has no right to be a tyrant.