Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the trouble with ‘if only’ is that it doesn’t change anything
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I'm a slow walker . . . but I never walk back
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
through all that you reach for, may your arms never tire
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the answers are what they are
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
so who will sing me lullabies?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes 40 seconds is enough
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
it is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes you make the right decision, sometimes you make the decision right
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the question is not what you look at, but what you see
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you are only a prisoner when you surrender
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
every little thing she does . . .......
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
oceans live in her eyes, poetry swims beneath her skin
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
walk like it's for sale and the rent is due tonight!
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
a woman, especially if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
would that be dangerous, to not look while being looked at?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
and the afterglow of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
though she be but little, she is fierce!
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
as was always the case, the Dreamers won the battle if the warriors could not
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
can't say it often enough - change your hair, change your life
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain colour, a phrase in a letter, another lover . . . .
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
they said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression
