tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

her grass seemed greener until a drought cameand cracked the earth beneath you.

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.

i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart.

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

you rupturedthe love lakes of my longingand scattered the continents of my heart.

Our supreme purpose here is to discard our false identity and realize the Atman within.

There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays and every single one of them is right.

The travel impulse is mental and physical curiosity. It's a passion. And I can't understand people who don't want to travel.

As a journalist, or an anthropologist, the convention is that people are there for you to study, and they are your objects.

Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.

The superior man is distressed by his want (lack) of ability

I'm not being condescending, I'm too busy thinking about far more important things you wouldn't understand.

We all know what happens to celebrities when their time is up - rehab and then a stint on VH1.

We're a humane country. We got to make sure that we find the intelligence. We have do it [protecting our boundaries] in a humane way following the law.

I feel quite safe and isolated in Germany. My wife is very well known there. But I am only looked at when I am holding her hand.