We love each other like matches in the dark. We don't talk, we catch fire instead

love is dangerous for your tiny heart even in your dreams so please dream softly

Each beat of your heart is a small miracle, you know, so don't get carried away.

The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters

I just want to escape my own body and project sunlight on to the walls for her to see, so she warms up and yearns for my arms.

If you spend your whole life being careful not to break anything, you'll get terribly bored, you know...I can't think of anything more fun than being impulsive!

I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what I should have given her was a real journey on earth.

I don’t want there to be things you “love about me”, I want you to love “all of me”.

Dreams have a hard time surviving when confronted with reality.

The brief silence that follows is as tender as arainstorm of daisies.

I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what Ishould have given her was a real journey on earth.

Death is the destroyer and giver of sense.

Time is spent never bought. Minutes count when seconds blur. Memories are past that’s caught. Imaginings are future’s lure.”Cass and Silver Rainbow-

Atheism deprives superstition of its stand ground, and compels Theism to reason for its existence.

Say what's in your heart, Annie.''You're in my heart, Samuel.

Donald Trump would be a better president every day of the week and twice on Sunday rather than Hillary Clinton.

Junk food, empty calories and carbs are the Big Data of the masses

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

... an era of turmoil and ideological confusion, the principal phenomenon of the present age.

Dancing with life is moving into the flow of our experiences - good or bad - with a feeling of harmony, trust, guidance and love.

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?