The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
You are. . . Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. " -Bella
Doing TV is great, but TV is for starring on, not for watching.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude. [Lat. , Nos duo turba sumus. ]
Dispositions of the mind, like limbs of the body, acquire strength by exercise.
I always get that. Who are you? Here's who I am: I'm that dog that dropped off down at the humane society, and he has about every breed in it. Whatever the situation is, you try to bring that breed out that helps success.