Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy Quotes
We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.
I fell out of love with him and he thought I fell in love with someone else, I did. I fell in love with me.
You keep playing with what broke you, then wonder why you don’t heal.Leave the wound alone, throw away the poison, and watch the magic of recovery.Your wings of wisdom are ready for flight.
You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.
Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.
She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.
Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.
Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.
Those with wild hearts love biglove fiercelylove with every fiberof their feral being.
Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.
Such hungry desperation in a single kiss when it's enamored in love and bathed in bliss.
I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.
She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.
Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.
Don't be afraid to wake up your dream... give it a hard nudge, a toss of cold water... make it leap, make it fly. Dreams won't come to life without action.
Learn to use your third eye and you’ll be able to see beyond the sky. There is no limit, except that which you impose upon yourself.
I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.
He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.
Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.
He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.
Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.
You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.
Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.
You can only hurt a woman so many times before her fangs grow sharp, her claws scratch deep, and her eyes become blades.
She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.
You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.
When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.
His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.
Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.
I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.
When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.
Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.
He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.
We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.
When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...
Accidental, unintended connections are the best concocted by the universe long before realizing the moon's heartbeat was waiting for you.
Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.
Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.
