Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.

The day you were born the angels whispered, "She is going to love him until the day she dies.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

Affection is invaluable. I will accept your heart as payment and change your mind.

My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn't get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.

They say this soul hunting will cost me my sanity, i say i'd go insane if i stop.

The joy of life is in new creations, new adventures, and new feelings.

I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.

These television shows that have 14 shots of somebody looking at each other with the wind blowing through their hair drive me insane.

Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.

Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.

That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.

History without politics descends to mere Literature.

Social grace, inner discipline and joy. These are the birthright of the human being who has been allowed to develop essential human qualities.

Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been.