Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.
The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.
He alone may chastise who loves.
With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.
Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!