The real is empty and the empty real
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place
I don't know, just scripts randomly appeal to me. I'm not looking specifically at any genre.
Love is a lot like dancing; you just surrender to the music.
You earn influence by giving value and attention to other people. BE USEFUL!