I grasp words for the sake of clutching My mind considers them heart touchingRight then I write for my reader's pleasureNot knowing what distance a soul can measure

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again

Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....

For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

This world is unreal and ever-changing. Only an optimist with optimum love can adjust and grow with joy.

I can push them away, fight them, or ignore them but family is something you can never get rid of.

The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.

In the struggle for life, a taste for truth is a luxury--or else a disability.

Sometimes, the only way to exorcise old ghosts is to pack your bags and move in with them.

I'm far from perfect- maybe beautifully flawed- but I don't lie

My husband yells comments like "How long till you're ready? Throw out a date."

We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.