Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.

On those nights, the words were for me alone. They came up unbidden from my heart. They spilled over my tongue and spilled out my mouth. And because of them, I, who was nothing and nobody, was a prince of Denmark, a maid of Verona, a queen of Egypt. I was a sour misanthrope, a beetling hypocrite, a conjurer's daughter, a mad and murderous king.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Only the hopeless love God.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.