Charles Dickens

Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.

I only ask to be free, the butterflies are free.

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

I believe we’re all in denial about the people we love.

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

When a man is in love or in debt, someone else has the advantage.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

I’m fading away, you know I used to be on fire.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.