Love
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Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.
I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.
Do people look the same when they go to heaven, mommy? I don't know. I don't think so. Then how do people recognize each other? I don't know, sweetie. They just feel it. You don't need your eyes to love, right?
Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.
No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.
If you can quit, then quit. If you can't quit, you're a writer.