The Hardest thing about being broken, isn't the Love you don't receive, It's the Love you long to give that nobody wants..

Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near...

You will forever be a stranger in a world that cannot really understand you...

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh...

You can tell a lot about a man's character by how he behaves when given anonymity..

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

The Rain Falls Because sky can no longer handle its heaviness..Just like Tears, It falls because the heart can no longer handle the pain.. !

Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell, Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen...

Some people are like swings...They give us an exciting thing to do for a while..Thereafter leave us alone, dizzy and not very far ahead in life...

You are not broken.Someone who did not love you, convinced you, you are...

To achieve your dreams you must be willing to take massive action over a long period, even when there is no evidence of progress.

Not what hatches out is the face to the world.

I think it's always dangerous to make political arguments in a religiously ideological way. And it's very dangerous to treat as traitors to the American nation those who think differently.

The best advice I ever received was to not rush time. Things will present themselves when the time is right.

Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure.

Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.

The only free road, the Underground Railroad, is owned and managed by the Vigilant Committee. They have tunneled under the whole breadth of the land.

Sometimes Chris wished he could sneak a peek at the back of the book, so to speak, and see how it was all going to turn out, so that he wouldn't have to bother going through the motions.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

I am the ultimate California girl, which is funny, being that I'm Canadian.