Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
some things are better than winning
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
if you bore me, I shall take my revenge
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
when all else is done, only words remain. Words endure.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
friends come in all shapes and sizes
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
we have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
Her voice sounds like velvet and heaven. And sticky thoughts
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
consciousness is only possible through change; change is only possible through movement
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
love is protecting and guarding the vulnerabilities of the person you care about
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
when someone shows you who they are, believe them
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
to descend into darkness is to know myself
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
we are not what happened to us, we are what we wish to become
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
women are meant to be loved, not to be understood
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she's a thunderstorm wrapped in beautiful flesh, looking to be felt and understood in a world that loves sunny days
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror . . .just keep going. No feeling is final
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
knowing others is intelligence, knowing yourself is true wisdom
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
take care of the present moment because it is all that you will ever have
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I want to be with those who know secret things . . . or else alone
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she seems cold to those who rationalized her fire and neglected to feel it
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I am a world that cannot be explored in one day. I am not a place for cowards
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
we live within the clouds of our minds waiting for the sun to shine with happiness
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
in a time of destruction, create something
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
dances with birds
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
shake dreams from your hair
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
almost an angel
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - 12am
