My silence is my self-defence.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.

Leave me alone. I'm fine.

Do what makes you happy! It's that simple.

Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

We are making choices that will affect whether beings thousands of generations from now will be able to be born sound of mind and body.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

so i sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.