Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

But I will never ask anyone from our village-from any village in Tlanth-to risk his or her life unless I'm willing to myself.

Our lives make awesome stories, especially if you don't get too attached to the thread of your own narrative.

In serving the wicked, expect no reward, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.

PRE-EXISTENCE, n. An unnoted factor in creation.

Tokyo Sonata speaks to us, with feeling and passion, as one of the most eloquent statements on the world today that we are likely to see in this moviegoing year.

The main thing I don't like about myself is an absurd level of self-consciousness that makes any sort of social encounter an ordeal for me.

If you diversify, control your risk, and go with the trend, it just has to work.

Pray for divine guidance in your goal setting

Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them.

Dictatorship is like a giant beech-tree - very magnificent to look at in its prime, but nothing grows underneath it.