the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

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.

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

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.

I think of literature - she wrote - as a vast country to the far borders of which I am journeying but cannot possibly reach. And I have started too late. I will never catch up.

She didn't know if she was crying because Illukar was going to die, or because Ieskar already had.

But it is best to let sleeping facts lie.

Exercise is life in motion. MOVE to LIVE!

Mr Lysander Rief looks like someone who is far more at ease occupying the cold security of the dark

We cannot change anything unless we accept it.

[This is the] very first condition which has to be fulfilled in every kind of propaganda: a systematically one-sided attitude towards every problem that has to be dealt with.

Plans are nothing; planning is everything.

I just wanted to go to a place where I would feel happy and I am happy now.

A hug's a happy thing while a shrug's so often destructive.