What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. What you were will not happen again. The tigers have found me and I do not care.
He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In.
Isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
How could I have known this rapture would make me so crazy, turn my heart into a hell and my eyes into rivers?
Roses are #FF0000 violets are #0000FF all my base are belong to you
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
Heart! We will forget him! You and I -- tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave -- I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! lest while you're lagging I remember him!
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.