If you're soft hearted, then you'll never survive in this world of sin.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
It’s impossible said pride. It’s risky said experience. It’s pointless said reason. Give it a try whispered the heart.
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
On Hallowe’en the thing you must do is pretend that nothing can frighten you. And if somethin’ scares you and you want to run, just let on like it’s Hallowe’en fun.