The World With Words

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has sees.

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.