That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our Souls.

Light Up The Fire Of Love Inside And Blaze The Thoughts Away.