There’s a great deal of life in a dance, one must know, full of twirling anticipation and gliding wonder.It has the power to bring strangers together, To open one’s soul to the possibilities of love. It reminds us of the unspoken truth—that we are all children, In need of a wild song and bit of careless freedom.

Amid all the harsh words of a cruel world, let my voice speak out in tenderness. There is an inner light which must be nourished and cannot be replaced with a blind eye. Soft spirits are so much more than the simple result of hopeless romanticism. Each one is the soul of beauty and love combined.

In the brilliance of the evening, Her lofty shadow skins the light. Caught between reflections weaving, Wings extended, gold and white.Lilting song, ballad sweetening, Songbird of the heavens gleaming.In all that is, in all that shall be.An angel with unearthly sight.

Raindrops are nothing more than a lullaby for the restless soul.

And now you're nineteen, dancing around the kitchen with bare feet and batter-covered hands. You haven't got a care for those minute heartbreaks of the past. You've got the rest of your life ahead of you, and your heart brims with a love that outlasts.

The mind speaks louder than the voice.

Ah, life… ’tis a difficult battle to fight,' said Willoughby, 'but the beautiful moments will always make up for the sorrow.

Nothing is certain in this life; there is little sense in fear of the inevitable. We fight for the things that must change, and pray for matters beyond our control.

Fate intertwines with everyday life, even when people fail to pay attention.