Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
and the afterglow of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes answers come to you in ways that only you can understand
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the secret of the successful fool is that he's no fool at all
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you are existence itself
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
what seems to be is always better than nothing
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
there is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
one day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, 'What else could this mean?'
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
this is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love . . .the more they give, the more they possess
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
it's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. . . . .
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
take care of the present moment because it is all that you will ever have
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
tears are words that need to be written
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
on the calm black water where the stars are sleeping, white Ophelia floats like a great lily
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
pale skin, like porcelain. words touch, blushing cheeks rouged red
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I am made of memories ...and they will haunt you
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes you are what they need and sometimes you are what they don’t understand, but don’t change
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
we cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she was heart and soul and she bled of love just as the night weeps darkness
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
when you find beautiful depth in someone, nothing else will ever do
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she became dangerous to them when she no longer needed or cared for their approval
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you deserve to have someone who notices the emptiness in the air when you're not around
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
some lands are populated entirely by heroes . . . . unhappy the land that has none
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order
