The frequency of your heart receives love.

Heaven and stars at the feet of the lovers.

Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.

Drink the nectar of love from the flowers of life.

Love brings the turnaround.

I'll give you the sun, when rain cleans your tears.

Every day I give you my heart. At the end of the year, there are hundreds of hearts, which I will give to you. Heart to heart only for you, and even more hearts - in a heartless time.

True love is like a long quiet river.

I love youMy life stretched over a bridgeI need youMy life stretched over you

My heart ist meltingI love youDrops of Gold

Holding the moon in your hands, velvety, your heart beats on my lips.

I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

How absurd to try to make two men think alike on matters of religion when I cannot make two timepieces agree!

China has a rich history that has spanned millennia. It consists of the histories of many nations and regions.

Art is a weapon in the struggle of ideas, the class struggle.

Life is not inherently meaningful. We make meaning happen through the attention and care we express through our actions.

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

I need some Starbucks. What about you? (Cassandra) Always game for java. Give me ground-up beans or give me death. (Katra)

In chess, as a purely intellectual game, where randomness is excluded, - for someone to play against himself is absurd ... It is as paradoxical, as attempting to jump over his own shadow.