We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Passions bubble over because that is what passion is designed to do.

Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.

Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.

To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity.

There is a stillness before the day begins—and in it, we almost remember who we really are.

The deepest thoughts spill into the darkest hours.

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.

Firesides are for lovers and friends.

Listen or suffer the consequence.