Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
as was always the case, the Dreamers won the battle if the warriors could not
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
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
love is space and time measured by the heart
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
everywhere is walking distance if you have the time
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I am call'd; my little spirit, see, sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the night is a wonderful country to rule
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
what hath night to do with sleep?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the secret of the successful fool is that he's no fool at all
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
your pet is not your friend . ....you are it's your hostage
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
there’s a little witch in all of us
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
did you ever feel a creeping, that awoke you from your sleeping?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
she looked otherworldly, she looked impossible
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
a thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
sooner or later, everybody dreams of other worlds
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
the thousand-yard stare
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
there is nothing good or bad, it is human thought that makes it seem that way
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
I've learned that when we get what we want, somehow, the reality is never as satisfying as the fantasy
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
You Can Be Anything!! ..in a moustache
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
to escape into that glorious world, to be always there . . . . not seeing it dimly through tears
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
my bullshit meter is reading that as 'false'
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
it looks like a bothering sort of day
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
you owe it to all of us to get on with what you're good at
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ Amat:
let’s pretend it isn’t me, and see what happens
