Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I am call'd; my little spirit, see, sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes answers come to you in ways that only you can understand
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
always remember the answers come not from the rock, the teacup, the shell, or the cards. The answers come from you
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the power behind the throne
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first understood
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:
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
there's always another storm, it's the way the world works.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the serpent of my heart has shed its skin
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - tiny spark of wondrous light, wandering through the darksome night
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - Those who don't believe in magic will never find it
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - Wonder is the desire of knowledge
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - the travellers
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - there is nothing new except what has been forgotten.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - Go then if you must . . .
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - The love of gardening is a seed that once sown never dies
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - and what if . . . .
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - keeping secrets
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - the Circe
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - yes . . double anchovies please
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
BA - ship ahoy!!